I think it takes me about three weeks to really get accustomed to anything. I’ve noticed that when moving to new cities, starting new jobs, actually doing my homework… you get the idea — everything feels temporary until 20 days or so have passed.
I think I hit that moment today.
Today, I woke up at 7am for class. Rather, I groaned at my alarm, curled into a tighter ball, and almost fell off the bed at 7am for class. Got ready for the day, left as the sun was rising, greeted our elderly neighbor down the street. Deftly leapt over that persistent puddle next to the football pitch and very nearly kicked a pigeon upon landing. Picked up a cup of coffee on the way - they love it when Americans order americanos - and made my way to class.
There was nothing special about this morning, and I think that’s why I feel like it’s so special. My morning routine feels natural, but unpracticed and a little unpredictable. My life here is real; it’s not a vacation or a brief life-swap.
And that’s pretty cool.