Not lost but still not found

This city is big.
Almost too big.

The streets look the same and the buildings all run together.

That shop looks like this shop

And that place looks the same as that one over there.

I’ve figured out which way is North but I still haven’t figured out which way to go.

The maps show me where things are but I’m still looking for where the city ends and the culture begins.

I know it’s here.

I’ve heard all about it.

Family is important. That much is evident. Friendships abound. That much is obvious.

Money is also important but it is not the most important.

Time well spent is better than money well earned.

The buildings are not built to be higher than the rest.

People work hard but not to work harder than the rest.

Life slows down while time speeds up.

Children play.

Couples kiss.

Friends laugh.

People smile.

People frown.

Everyone walks.

Everyone moves.

Some have places to go.

Others have sights to see.

Still others have nowhere in particular to be.

I find myself somewhere between not lost but still not found.

Somewhere between survival and sanctuary

Somewhere between watching fútbol and watching football

Somewhere between a Texas sunset and a Mediterranean sunrise

Somewhere between dreaming about a past life and waking up to this new life

And because of that, I find myself exactly where I’m supposed to be