Yay America (...?!)

I know I said my last post would be my final one, but I thought I'd write a quick note from the getting-used-to-America side of things again. I've been here for 6 days, and am busy noticing all the little things.
The big things are easily noticeable - being able to communicate with the guy at the verizon store to set up the details of my new cell phone plan (I was BEYOND ecstatic as it was all done in English). Also my first trip to the American supermarket. Regular sized green peppers. Provolone cheese. Entenmenns! My lord, I almost orgasmed in aisle 6.

But the subtler things are making quite an impact on me.
I still take my shoes off when I come into someone's house.
I am unfamiliar with getting such large napkins and placing them on my lap during a meal at a restaurant.
I want to ask for chopsticks at said restaurants.
I love having public garbage cans.
Two words: western toilets.
Everything is the right size again. No need to duck when walking through a doorway. Couches allow me to have right angles at my knees.
It's very odd looking UP at some people taller than me.
I have seen some BIG asses.
Short skirts, low-cut shirts. YAY cleavage!
American-sized portions. At a restaurant, I ordered an appetizer and that was bigger than any meal I had in Japan.
I'm wondering where my 8 thank yous have gone after eating at a restaurant or buying a bagel.
My first day driving, I accidentally made a left hand turn and ended up on the wrong side of the road. It was on a road in my home town - one I have driven thousands of times. I thought, wow, did they add a new right-hand turn lane over there? Why is everyone on the right? Whooops....
My body was not happy with American foods for a few days either. I've been eating healthy foods, but my stomach has still been asking, "What the hell is this shit you're giving me?"

Probably the biggest adjustment is to the strength of Americans. Not so much the physical strength, although we are far bigger and stronger. It's more of the personal strength people display. The volume of voice. Word choice. How they walk. During that same trip to the supermarket, as I was reveling in the fact that I could glance at all the bottles on the shelves and instantly know they were all shampoo, I heard someone yell, "*tsk*, UM, WHERE THE SOAP AT?... ANYONE KNOW WHERE THE SOAP AT??" I said to myself, "Man, I love America!" (a couple minutes later I heard, "OH, *tsk*, NEVER MIND. I FOUND IT.") People not being afraid to speak their mind to the world. Damn the torpedoes!

I'm just about over the jetlag. In successive days after coming back, I woke up at 3 AM, 5, 7, and then 4. Yesterday and today I feel pretty back to normal. So that's nice. But my mind is still wandering somewhere over the Pacific.

But I thought you'd like to know what you have in store for you if and when you make the leap back home...