Yesterday our friend Barb borrowed the van to go pick her sister up at the airport. Chris told her that one of us would drive her, her sister and Al, another missionary friend of ours that went along for the ride, back to MacDonald where Barb lives. I decided to go just for the sake of getting out.
On the way home, as I was driving down the road on my own, in a vehicle that feels like a North American vehicle, AC on and singing to some of my favorite tunes I was struck with an overwhelming sense of normal. It was the first time in all my years here that something has felt so normal to me. It was such a strange feeling, and yet very comforting at the same time. I got home and had this smile feeling inside for the rest of the evening.