Stark contrasts of each other.
Two wallets contain a glimpse of each life.
This world is now home.
The noises. The smells. The unpleasantries.
I unbury my second wallet from its hiding place.
American dollars, immigration forms, a passport.
My beloved SLC library card as well as a Smiths grocery card, give a glimpse into my other life.
The light switch is flipped.
I am back home. In the familiar.
The luckiest girl alive.
Feeling like a superhero who gets to seamlessly transition between the two.
Able to find her place.
In both homes.