As an Asian, the major adjustment to living abroad is the lack of rice in every meal.
I lived in New York for 6 months. It was the land of pizza and bagels. These meals were delicious but not filling. I craved for rice with toppings such as the sweet and sour pork pictured above. To remedy this homesickness, I would take the subway every weekend to Chinatown to get a piece of home. Every bite brought me back to my comfort zone. It was like being Dorothy in th Wizard of Oz and saying there is no place like home. Instead of red slippers, I had red sauced pork to transport me back.