I came across this light hearted article tonight and died laughing. I also felt deeply known! Just this week on a run I was thinking how tiring it gets to always feel different. Think different. Act different. I like myself...most days. But seriously I thought I was more secure than this. It can take one phone call from a friend in CA that says 10 seconds of "normal" (my version anyway) and I catch myself thinking or actually saying out loud, "See I'm not crazy."
The whole list is hilarious to me. And dead on true. The funniest is the washing machine one. There's not a week that goes by that I don't think, "Why can't they just make bigger washers? Would it really kill them."
Oh and the heating one....don't even get me started! I said to Sam this week, "I feel sad for Kiwi's that they don't know what it's like to be warm in their house, not just the living room."
I do love NZ. If forced to choose tomorrow whether to live in NZ or the States I think I might choose NZ. Or Hawaii or Fiji. I mean if we are going to pretend lets be real about my dream. Swimsuits 12 months of the year. No change of seasons. Sandy beaches and sun. My dream life.
I digress. I do like living in NZ I just get tired of thinking so differently about so much and feeling crazy that I think and feel (again don't get me started on feelings and emotions & them seeming weak...I will stop there) so different.
Humor makes almost everything bearable. I loved the smell of winter on my run Saturday. I loved running to the top of a hill and seeing more rugby fields than I could count filled with kids and adults playing rugby. I love that my little boy can be near me in a store without the fear of him being kidnapped. I love that Sam can do school (med school!) for 1/4 of the price.
But some days you just have to laugh at the little things that make me beat my head against the wall...
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