No place like it.Tonight this place feels foreign.
Also, I have a bad attitude about it.
I keep thinking that I should be settled or at least headed that way,
That my routines should be set in stone
Or that I can reach for the measuring cup and actually know where it is.
Then I remember that I've been here only just over a week.
That until my books have a home, I will feel
The only thing that feels at home are elemental.
The alchemy of my soul.
As for the rest,
In this place I am a tourist.
I'll be sure to let you know when I aquire the language
And acclimate to this culture shock.