A new Mexico

The surrealism that is being in Mexico as of Wednesday sank in as I sat on a bus heading for Puebla. With a mind-numbing jetlag, the countrside passed by as I tried to assimilate the stark difference between my life for the past 6 months, and the experience of being plunged back in time.

And here I am, sitting in the same café as I used to six months ago. The feeling though is not the same. It seems my life has forked off drastically from the days when I imagined myself living in this cuontry and conditions. I felt sad at being torn between what was once my ambition and what is now my life. Not that I had ever given up on the ambition, but just the shock of feelings I didn't know existed.

Mexico has welcomed me. I'm not so sure anymore how much I welcomed it. Am I different?