Outer Day 4

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.