A bit wei-uhd

• I felt a bit wei-uhd the first time I heard a Brit say weiRd without the R sound. And they say the word "mental" all the time, and "bit" and "loads".
• I felt a bit wei-uhd that the buses had two floors and the door was on the left side. And confused on which bus went where from which stop on what side of the road.
• I felt a bit wei-uhd when riding on the "Paternoster" for the first time... and the second... and the third...
  
• I felt a bit wei-uhd that I was told to stand in a 'queue' in the 'dodgy' '2nd' floor. Not a line on the sketchy 3rd floor. (They don't count ground level as a floor). And was asked what I was doing at the weekend. Or if I liked biscuits for dessert.
• I felt a bit wei-uhd the first time I saw English sausage (bangers) fit every meal. As well as speghettios and beans.
• I felt a bit wei-uhd (slash nauseated) when I saw I received a 61 as my first 'mark' ... but then was told well done, except for my use of " double quotes " instead of an 'inverted comma'. Don't worry, it translates back as an A.
• I felt a bit wei-uhd doing the row machine as my workout when the treadmills were taken up. I haven't seen one of those since playing on it in my Aunt Terri's unfinished basement with Kenzie when we were 7. It's all the rage here... well, at least they still use it regularly.
• I felt a bit weird saying that I have been to 25 European cities in 6 countries in the last 4 months.

• I feel a bit weird that all those things are now normal to me... that I got used to it... that it's not weird anymore.
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  I'll tell you what else is weird. I just turned in my last paper of my college carrer. (2,997 of 3,000 words). I also find it weird that all I have left in my coursework is to watch the British version of The Office for a group project...
  
  It's weird that I am ending two marked events of my young life... a semester abroad and my college years.
  
  Not knowing what I'm doing in a few months is another weird thing. But knowing that it doesn't encompass writing papers, taking tests, and sitting as a student in class is comforting-- if anything, I'll be on the other end... weird.
  
  It's weird that I daydream about space bags... I will have to wrestle with them this weekend when I'm packing.
  
  It's weird that I cried the other day when I was on my last day of my Believing God study and that Beth Moore's voice became like a second mother to me while I was here. That study kept me going here and taught me so much about actively daily believing and speaking Truth.
  
  It's weird that I want to smash my face into the seats of my car and embrace them. And that I want to never wear rain boots again (If you only knew how excited I was to wear them...). And that I CANNOT WAIT for Missouri weather. And that I want my favorite Christmas cookies in May. And that I am desperately craving Mexican food. And BBQ (Ok, maybe that's not so strange).
  
  No big spiritual revelations-- just sitting in this very weird time in life. Not a bad weird. Not a particularly marvelous one...
  
  ...just...you get the point.