I live between two worlds.
Stark contrasts of each other.
Two wallets contain a glimpse of each life.
Stark contrasts of each other.
Two wallets contain a glimpse of each life.
One guards my pesos as well as a few scattered American quarters that piss me off when frantically searching for change. It houses a permanent resident visa, a flimsy drivers license that looks like it was made for a high schooler hoping to buy some booze, and some old bus receipts that are patiently waiting to be put in the trash.
This world is now home.
The noises. The smells. The unpleasantries.
The misunderstood.
This world is now home.
The noises. The smells. The unpleasantries.
The misunderstood.
And, with the greatest of fortune...
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.
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.
