…it’s happening

We have now been in Melbourne for 56 days…soon to be two months and…it’s happening.

We have moved past the adrenaline fueled, manic state of excitement that comes with the first few days to weeks of being somewhere new. We have left behind the urge to carry our cameras with us wherever we go. We are even shedding the “new kid in the city” feeling.

But most shockingly…

We aren’t looking the wrong way when we cross the street, choosing the wrong side of an escalator, or which side of the sidewalk to walk on.

It’s happening.

We have settled into the groove of life on the other side of the world. We are no longer visiting, but living. Some may say that this is a more boring state to be in, but we disagree. This state; the “what do you want for dinner, should I run to the market” mundanity (new word?) is what we had been searching for in our little expat experiment. That moment when we no longer feel like outsiders. The moment when you can tell that a certain something is subtly different. A moment when you realize that the place you call home is now right where you happen to be. Moments that just don’t happen when you’re doing the big stuff like feeding kangaroos and visiting sites.

Let me tell you, when I found myself confidently glancing to the right as I crossed the street all while keeping to the left side of the walkway without a second’s thought I knew that that moment, well…

…it’s happening.