Normal is having to unplug the microwave every time after opening the door and only being able to use it on the potato function (when you’re fortunate enough to have a microwave).
Normal is 3 solid days of traveling.
Normal is having no phone.
Normal is being in constant confusion over the current country’s currency.
Normal is not knowing whether you have an awesome new tan or just an excess amount of dirt on you.
Normal is being constantly surrounded by people.
Normal is hand washing clothes (Vlog to come soon on this!).
Normal is not showering daily.
Normal is sweating excessively. Like, all the time (unless you’re in Europe).
Normal is having to sing an impromptu song in church because you’re American and naturally a performer.
Normal is being stared at constantly.
Normal is sleeping in a tent on a sleeping pad.
Several years ago as I was desperately trying to cross that line between teenager and responsible adult, I came up with a list of things I needed to be an adult. On this list were things like: more than one set of sheets, proper business attire, an iron, etc. Do you know how many sets of sheets I own now? Not a single one. Business attire? Please. Iron? Sorry, not a priority on the race. Also on that list was the ability to pay my own bills and not depend on other people. My goal was to have all theses accomplished by the time I graduated college and obtained a full time job. I was within arms reach of accomplishing these goals. Then God intervened and I found myself on the World Race.
My views of a ‘normal’ life are quickly diminishing. Two pairs of sheets, business attire, and an iron aren’t going to do anything for me on
the World Race. I used to think it was possessions that made me an adult. However, possessions on this earth do me no good because
I am an alien and stranger to this world. So much can be learned when you forgo the earthly pleasures you’re so accustomed to and
step into something greater.
My new ‘normal’ is beautiful and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
