Marco, the "tourist in both places" feeling hit me on my first trip back to Seoul. What helped was deciding that it doesn't have to be one or the other. I'm allowed to be slightly foreign in both places, and actually, that's a kind of home too. My friends in Seoul now ask me about France, and my friends here ask about Korea, and I'm the bridge rather than the outsider.
I spent four weeks in my hometown this summer, the longest visit since I left, and I came back more unsettled than after the original move.
Prices had changed and I didn't know them. Friends had new routines, new partners, new in-jokes I wasn't part of. My old café had closed. And the worst part: I kept comparing everything to my life here, out loud, until my sister told me I sounded like a tourist. She was right. I felt like a visitor in both places.
Has anyone else found reverse culture shock harder than the move itself? How did you handle feeling like a guest in your own hometown?