Normal is a relative term that recalibrates frequently.  At first glance, my normal life when I’m away is basically the same as my normal life at home: I eat, go to work, sit in an office, come home, and try to have some sort of social life.  On the surface, not that different. It’s all the little things that make my away normal unrecognisable from my home normal.


Sometimes it’s ok to have a bit of a shit run.  They don’t last forever, but in the midst of one, it can be harder to recognise the beauty of a country that has let you be part of daily life.