Ahh,the states. Initially it was challenging for me to adapt to the commercialisation culture. If I could describe most of America in one sentence I'd say: quantity over quality (except with the meat). I struggled with the different cultural norms which is surprising because you'd think they'd have more English influence like the other pre-independence english-speaking colonies (South Africa, Australia, New Zealand, Canada)... but nope. Everything is straight-up American. I suppose that's why they have a different dictionary -they relish independence. Anyway, after the culture shock, that whole American dream thing kicked in.
Now I love this place, it's the power that gets you... when you're looking at a Manhattan skyscraper or The White House and you get a surge of adrenalin thinking about the people in there making decisions for the world -suddenly you find yourself a typical redneck, thinking "f*ck yeah, 'MURICA!".
I mean, it's not for everyone. I don't know if I could live here forever... But the beauty of it is that I'm only in the New York area & there are 9.8 million square km's of 'Murica left to explore -and I can promise you, you'll find it incredibly different just from state to state. It's extremely diverse and I'm convinced has the friendliest, if somewhat overly-patriotic, people in the world. It's also pretty safe despite the stats -the police are sharp and really don't play (which is surprising because a lot of citizens still seem to have a bizarre paranoia about safety... *cough* gun control *cough*).