I'm OK With It!

My nose hurts. I don't know why. I think Wiley must've elbowed me in the middle of the night. Or maybe I did it.

We met another American today. He and his wife live on the other side of the river from us, and they've been here 8 years. Imagine my surprise when we're in the grocery store, looking for juice, when this guy says, "Hey, you're speaking English. What are you doing here?" We chatted briefly inside, and after informing us that they have donuts, he left, then we left, then we met up again outside. Technically, we stalked him. It seemed presumptuous to ask him what he was doing in Sarajevo in the store, but I mustered up the courage to ask him outside after Wiley and I discussed it and he said it would be ok and not strange. They've been here eight years. It boggles my mind, absolutely astounds me, that people can live outside the US for years and be ok with it. I don't know why. Billions live outside the US and are ok with it!

And the more I think about it, the more I'm ok with it.