I think the thing that surprises me most about being back in Morocco is the fact I am not really surprised. Life here seems rather ... normal.
Internet is touch and go. Normal.
Cockroaches. (Although I secretly refuse to accept them as) Normal.
The school loses power, momentarily, about once a week. Normal.
I don't understand most of the conversations around me. Normal.
People on the street stare. Normal.
I now depend on taxis, buses, or my own two feet to get anywhere. Normal.
And so on and so on.
Has this crazy and often unbelievable culture really become home to my daily routine and life? Is this my new normal?
I was eager to return to a routine and work by the end of summer, but I did not expect to fall back into things so quickly and easily. Don't get me wrong- the alarm clock is still my worst enemy in the mornings! I am not that excited to be at school again. But in so many ways it feels as though the summer never happened. But that my life here just continued on as... normal.
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