Okay, okay, I know. I don’t actually live here. Not by any means, not by any stretch of the imagination, no way no how. I’ve only been here for two months, I’m staying in someone else’s house, and I don’t have any kind of job.
BUT – I realized something today.
I haven’t written in a while, because I haven’t felt like I have had a ton to write about. I’ve been going to class, I’ve found a church to attend, I’ve visited some small groups, I hang out with my friends and study for tests and watch Netflix sometimes. I go to coffee shops to do homework, I look for new places to eat lunch, and sometimes I listen to music on the bus.
It occurred to me today, while self-shaming over not writing anything for a while, that the fact that I don’t feel like I have too much to write about is kind of a good thing. It means I’m settling in here, because my everyday routine feels, well, just that – routine. Not the bad kind of routine where you feel bogged down and stuck, but the good kind where you start to feel kind of comfortable and settled. It’s cool to realize that I’m making this experience, this tiny bit of time spent in another culture, a real part of my life. It makes me happy to find out that being here feels kind of normal. It kind of feels a little bit like home.
So today, I’m happy. I woke up and ate breakfast. I came to the university, went to the library, and wrote a paper. Next I’m gonna go print that paper off and go to class. It’s normal, everyday life stuff, but I’m doing it in Costa Rica and in Spanish and while there are many times I have no idea what’s going on, those are slowly starting to be outweighed by the times that I DO know what’s going on.
It sounds like a silly thing to write about or be excited about, but today, it’s a happy victory. I’m comfortable. I like it here. I live here now (kind of).