So, I am more of a cultural blend than I realized. Much more of a blend. I am disoriented by basic things. I don´t remember much. I think living outside the US has mixed up my frame of reference in ways that I savor and have left me wanting to pay cash. I like the mixing, the painful blending. It has given me fresh eyes to my connections here. How culturally blended they really are. I am really not sure what else to think, and I am also not sure what else to say.

I have crawled into the holes of comfort that I so strongly needed. Interestingly, these seem to exist most strongly in fireplaces, coffeeshops, and specific humans. I also find comfort in the familiar, in not being vulnerable, and not speaking Spanish right now. A break before a year back in Lima with newness again.