I know I have a somewhat not-normal life.
Yesterday I realized just how far removed from 'normal' I really am.
I had to order something from the States.
I called the company in Texas from my phone number in the Middle East that has a Michigan area code.
I put the purchase on a credit card belonging to the director of the community center that I work with here. The billing address for the card was in Connecticut.
I had it sent to my in-laws house in Illinois.
I had the order confirmation email sent to a colleague of mine who is from Oregon.
It will get sent to my in-laws house. Put on a container in Chicago. Travel across the ocean for a bit. And arrive to me in about 6 weeks.
It will be used at the community center where I work with a bunch of Jordanian, Palestinian, Egyptian, and Sudanese ladies.
All from a guy in Texas.
And I used to get excited when my Grandma gave me postcards from places that she had traveled. Like the giant shell museum in Florida.
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