I am about five months into RLE and loving it. Yes, my new life is rapidly becoming normal. I get to do all the same regular stuff I used to do: grocery shopping, going to theatres, fixing stuff around the house, but I get to do it as myself. Not having to hide who I am is the biggest benefit.
I never had any big "Aha!" moment when I started HRT, like some people do. For me, it was just a gently mellow feeling, with a bit less mental static. Pretty low-key. So, sometimes I wonder if this new life is real. It feels real enough, but the old doubt monster starts to growl.
Recently, though, I came up with a test to see how real it is. I tried to imagine what it would be like to de-transition. Oh, the horror!!! The overwhelming feeling of revulsion I got when I even started to think that way gave me the answer I needed. I can't ever go back.
My old male life was not all bad. I got to some really cool stuff. My first career was the most fun, and it was something that I could not have done (at that time) as a female: I was a pilot and flying instructor in the RCAF. For some reason, notwithstanding Amelia Earhardt and Amy Johnson, the Air Force thought that one needed a penis to fly a plane. The first female pilots only came through the training system in my final year there. I couldn't have done that if I had already transitioned.
My life would have been a lot different if I had transitioned earlier. But I don't have any real regrets. All of that life, all of it, including the dysphoria, got me to where I am today, which is a really good place.