It becomes mundane. Anything. After you do it long enough, it becomes mundane. I am sitting on a bus to Niarobi Kenya at about 8:20 coming from Kampala Uganda and I am realizing it’s just starting to feel normal. Earlier today was about the 10th or more time that I’ve packed up my whole life into my backpack and headed off to another country I’ve never seen before. In a sense I’ve become comfortable with feeling out of place. Out of my own culture out of my comforts. I am used to it now. I’am going to feel weird when we get home. When I can drive a car when I want alone time rather than plugging in my headphones. Being able to wash my clothes in a machined washer and drying rather than a my hands and a clothesline. Living with the same people for more than a month, and knowing those people before I move in with them. it’s going to be weird at first. Honestly. After the first month I am fully expecting to have some anxiety to just go somewhere else.
I think it’s good though. The uncomfortable feeling I’ll have. It well remind me that I should always be moving. Always pursuing. Always moving to do G-d’s will always pursuing Him. It will remind me that even though the World Race will end, what we have done and are doing on the race never should. And so it should be with G-d. There should never be a point in our relationship which we cry ‘it’s enough, I’ve done enough, I’ve pursued enough’. There is always more. Keep striving keep pursuing. Never stop!
