Isn’t it interesting that the smallest things are what remind you of how far away from home you are?
The odd choices in the grocery stores, the strange shows on television and the news anchors you don’t know if you should trust?
The slightly different social expectations, like choosing to drive instead of to walk?
Even the time the sun sets. It is all…new, and, well, different.
That is exciting, and also slightly uncomfortable.
But I am beginning to think only the uncomfortable forces you to grow and see how far you can stretch.
Isn’t ironic that we think of life lessons as hackneyed phrases and disregard only to appreciate their significance when we experience it directly.
It’s like we sometimes think we are the only ones who have ever experienced such difficulties and trials, and forget there is an entire history of humanity that has gone before us, generations of billions of people who also saw themselves at the center of their own worlds…
It is natural I guess, as we see the world through our own eyes, to think of only our experiences, but we should step back every once in a while to examine our own insignificance. Scary, perhaps.
Also slightly liberating…