recognizing im in mexico.

sometimes i am so caught up in the rush of everything that reality strikes me flush across the face and i realize i am in a country that speaks not my native tongue, that i am the one learning the language, i am the one adapting. i live here. i am not in the country i grew up in. i am living out adventures in another nation, learning slowly to ignore my fear, absorbing bits and pieces of the Mexican culture. some days life makes only shreds of sense, and some days i cannot see the forest or  the trees. it is rediscovering how to be a creature, a soul on this earth, an individual who is only a splinter of the bigger picture.