A Scary Sense of Normalcy

I have this long post drafted and saved somewhere in the abyss of the "interweb" about how horrible my week was last week, but as it has passed and too much time has gone by to finish up the post, I may just throw it up here and have it stop mid-thought. The long and short of it is my class is completely disrespectful to each other and to me and they had a horrible week last week. But during this horrible week, they did accomplish some good things and arrived at our class prize which was shaving my hair into a mohawk. So I have a mohawk and my class is doing better this week.

But this post is neither about mohawks, nor about poorly behaving children, but rather that harsh realization I had today that everything around me has become completely, utterly normal.

There have been some occurrences in the past few days that have really brought this to light, but it was not until today that I actually gave it credence. It happened when I was sitting on-duty over the soccer fields during lunch and nothing surprised me. The same boys as always were playing soccer. Kids were running all around playing the same tag game they have since the first week of school nearly 2 months ago and still not being bored of it (and I am still not sure what the rules of the game are; this is no normal game of tag). The same 7th grade girls eat lunch in the hallway everyday. The uniforms the students wear no longer weird me out. Everything has settled into a state of normalcy.

I know the best place to get baleadas. (This is not a fact but opinion considering there are about a million places to do this and for the most part they all taste the same.)
I have a fruit guy that gives me a good price.
The ladies at the supermarket don't really need to scan my groceries, they already know what I am buying. Yet, they have never asked me my name.
I found Honduran Lempiras in my pocket the other day. This is the true indication that I live here. For only can money survive the wash when you live in that country.
I have even come to expect that when I turn on the shower, it will not just be cold, but freezing, and it doesn't bother me that much.

While all of this is great to have and makes me feel comfortable, it is still a little scary. To feel so comfortably disconnected from a world I am so familiar with is slightly scary to me. Or at least enough so to think that you all would want to read about it. Life in Honduras has become normal. I guess this is a good thing, but it still freaks me out.