I feel like an outsider today. How could I not? I AM an outsider here:
I don't speak the language. I don't look like most of the other people walking down the street.
I don't know anybody... well... almost nobody. I don't know the streets. I haven't walked on them before. I don't recognize the smells. (And sometimes that's a good thing...) I don't understand the traffic rules... or lack thereof. I don't understand the humor, the innuendoes, the snapiness. I don't belong. I don't belong. I don't belong.
The only way for anywhere to become an 'outer' place.. is when there is an INNER place.
And my inner place; my inner world is on my back whether I know the language being spoken or not. It's on my back whether I've walked these streets before or whether it's my first time and I get lost. It's on my back when I feel like an outsider, but I am only reminded once again that there is only an OUT when there is an IN.
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
Header Art: Daniel Landerman