Miles In Missions

We have been back in the states for a little over  a week now. One of the number one questions I continue to hear is “Is it weird being back?” 

It is soooo weird;

To to wake up and feel like it is midnight but it’s 5am.

To go to the grocery store and buy a few items instead of buying in bulk because you may not come to the store again for 2 months.

To open your wallet and be confused on the quarters, nickels and dimes and what to use.

To have the man standing behind you at the store waiting impatiently as you are given instructions for credit cards with chip readers.

To eat only one of something not fearing you won’t get to enjoy it again.

To greet people with a smile and good morning and they look at you like your crazy.

To jog with my music blaring in my ears because I don’t have to fear something jumping out in the bush to get me.

Getting motion sickness when the car does more than 20 miles an hour because there are no pot holes to worry about.

To go to the doctor and actually get results and answers immediately.

To remember to flush the toilet even if it is only yellow.. “If it it’s yellow let it mellow, if it brown flushes it down.” is now in our brains.

To wear socks and shoes.

To not take off your shoes every time you enter someone’s house.

To scrub your feat in the shower and realize all the African dirt is gone now you don’t have to scrub.

To be cold!!

To have car keys that you have to keep up with.

To pump gas and remembering how to do it all. Credit card first…wait, no push button first….no, I mean, lift pump first.

To see policemen and men is army fatigues and not fearing them.

Going out to eat and they actually have everything on the menu available.

Getting books for free at a library!

Going to run a few errands and actually getting them all done.

Seeing Krispie Kreme doughnuts everywhere you go. Lord, please help me!

Laying in bed and hearing noises but reminding yourself you can relax, no one is at your front door.

Feeling like everyone else’s brains are working ten times faster than yours as I am just processing the last thing they said.

Loving being home but not feeling at home.

Loving being with family but your heart is still with your Nigerian family.

…………..Yes it’s weird.