The race has made me normal. Sort of.
I’ve never been too “normal”, always pushing
and rebelling against society in my own ways. And yes, I’m still a bit “out
there” (i.e. shaving my head in month 3).
and rebelling against society in my own ways. And yes, I’m still a bit “out
there” (i.e. shaving my head in month 3).
But
here’s to the normality I’ve been missing out on prior to the World Race:
- I
now have a desire to have a family and kids. - I eat whatever is in front of me.
Picky has gone out the window. - I
cry during sad movies. - I talk about future wedding plans and
watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S. on DVD on girl days. - Midnight
is a late bedtime. - I live in community.
- I
do finances. How grown-up… - I have developed a love for Mars
bars. (Seems normal) - I
buy new clothes every month. - I am out of shape.
(That’s the American coming out in me!)
This list was very difficult to make. While
I am becoming “normal” I kept thinking of abnormal things I’ve experienced. All
I could think of was bats, bugs, fried
frog, swimming at huge waterfalls, never
sleeping in a bed, declining cheap deals because they aren’t cheap enough, running laps around rice
fields, how I determine where I sit by the size of the nearby fan, walking across borders hauling
everything I own, Jeepney rides, malaria medicine, and getting lost in random
countries. Definitely NOT normal.
