I forget I’m on the other side of the world. So far on the other side that we actually strangely got closer to America at certain points on the Race.(maybe not mathematically just roughly estimate it with me)
I go to write a blog and have “nothing” to share. Nope, I haven’t been in Cape Town, Jeffreys Bay, Botswana, Romania and now residing in a frost covered no running water but has Wi-Fi world in Moldova. See? I have done absolutely nothing to speak of lately!
It’s so strange because this unordinary life took not long at all to become “normal”. I wake up, spend time with the Lord,find some sort of “coffee and breakfast” ( breakfast has become a fluid term where it became normal to have rice and dal) At some point I go out and do manual work or I go and talk to people who don’t speak my language. Somewhere throughout the day we pray for people, we share Christ. I go shopping in strange markets and buy a certain kind of cheese because it has a picture of bread on it so we assume it’ll be good for grilled cheese and we don’t speak Romanian. I either jump in a car that speeds and would get pulled over for at least half a dozen illegal things in America or walk to my destination, a 20 minute walk is now ‘right around the corner’. We pass chickens and people who stare. I laugh throughout the day both with teammates and people who only understand half of what I say.
We eat meals, converse, adventure, live, get bad hair cuts, have coffee dates, brush our teeth (sometimes…). My life right now is full of ordinary things that make up anyone’s routine but for now and for the next 2 1/2 months it’s just ridiculous variations of normalcy.
I’m going to do a better job of sharing these things with y’all because honestly the life God has given me right now is too good to not to share. And all too soon I’ll be back in America knowing exactly where to go to buy things(Target) and not wonder once what the conversion rate is and “what exactly is the currency again for this country?” I will definitely be able to drink the water from the tap again, indoor plumbing will be everywhere, wait, I can take showers inside? I’ll be able to plug my coffee machine and hear that wonderful boiling water noise.
And
My passport will go in a safe place, no longer necessary to be at my finger tips. Even writing that sentence makes my heart sad and the feeling of tears start behind my eyes. This wandering life has done me good and I’m not ready to give it up yet. (I might have to start relearning English also)
