everyone, every building, street, the air, the food, the general atmosphere, it's all familiar with a hint of foreigness or maybe the only foreign thing is me.it's amazing how the body remembers skilfully dodging the scooters and cars sqeezing by so closely. I'm even used to the stares of my own people. I wonder what it is they see when they see me, even the families? funny how they either want me to move back or trying to marry me off (humph, good luck with that one!) I didn' spend years to get used to one place just to move back upon their words. easier said than done.
it's an island..the islanders never really get rid of their certain narromindedness...some would disagree but u can't change the fact.