We are outside the country at the moment, in an incredibly hot place. You can literally feel the sun burning through your skin. But as we know, everything has to come to an end. Eventually.
Well, the end seems to be near. It feels a bit surrealistic. We are going back to (the main) reality where I have my (main) schedule, tasks, bills, etc.
We’ve been here only for a week but it feels as if we spent a whole lifetime in this place. As if we lived in a different time and space continuum. As if there is another version of us born and raised here.
We are locals. Not because of these people’s hospitality. Not because of their approach towards us. We just feel it. We are locals.
It’s intriguing to me how many versions of us there are around the world. How many realities we live in. How many countries, cultures and dimensions.
We are who we are in the moment of living. As there is no past, no future. We are who we are in the Here and Now. Today I am from this side of the world and in about 10 hours… I will be a local somewhere else.
Alonsy Around The World 