Interesting and unexpected results of my life here:
It takes an extremely high degree of ridiculousness to surprise me.
On a related note, my tolerance for gross things has increased as well. Grown man vomiting in the street, baby pooping next to the house, snotty child on my lap for an 8-hour brousse ride, swarms of flies hovering around the market stalls- none of this gets a second glance these days. That’s a slight exaggeration, but I’ve been fairly desensitized.
I get left behind by improvements in technology- I don’t really know what apps are, how to get them, or why I need them. (Yes, apps existed before I came here. Maybe this isn’t a result of my life here as much as me being a late-adopter of new technology).
I don’t expect efficiency or good service from anyone, ever.
I lose interest in the internet after about 2 hours (which happens to coincide with when my internet credit runs out- I buy it by the megabyte)
I find my friends’ lives at home extremely exciting, grown-up, and put-together. I love to hear about the normal details of your everyday lives. Took the train into the city? Grilled chicken for your BBQ last weekend? Went to a friend’s wedding in Boston? These things are fascinating and exotic to me.
I crave vegetables. When I get home, I’m going to eat vegetables for every meal, and I will never ever eat rice again (once yearly exceptions for fried rice or risotto).
I secretly want to be glamorous. Wearing the same ratty tee-shirts every day and relying exclusively on bucket baths makes me want to put on some makeup, blow-dry my hair (which I did about once a year in the US before coming here), and get a manicure. Those things will probably happen for about two week after I get home.