A week back ‘Home’ and I’m safely ensconced in ‘the bubble’.
I read the papers daily and make the appropriate sounds of indignation, anger, sadness but the Emotion which is engaged is one of resignation and mild detachment.
I meet my friends, enjoy the exchange rate that makes eating out easy – ( although the cost of living is much higher than previous visits)
We worry about the drought – but as an intellectual observation because ‘we have a borehole for our garden’
I see past the beggars, looking ahead at the robots (lights) as though there was
something very significant about them that demands my total attention.
I drive like a local – aggressively, fast (as opposed to Very fast which is the norm and I am sure my next step) always alert to ‘the possible’ – hi jacking, window smashing theft etc.
I feel the hair rise on my arms and my breathe tighten as someone suddenly stops, swerves in front of me, drops a stone onto my windscreen (and I nearly didn’t pay the extra for insurance 😂), appears unexpectedly alongside my window – and then enjoy that strange sensation as your body realises all is well and slowly reverts to ‘normal’
I’m back, like the proverbial frog and the hot water story, to normal enjoying this still remarkable country
Like ‘Home,’ ‘Normal’ is a question of definition 😜😂