After a 28 hour trip, I’m now in Singapore. I blend in. I speak, look & feel local.
It will be a short “work” trip so I need to get around and get things done fast, but after 3 days I’m actually finding out that I’ve simply become quite foreign. I’ve tried analyzing how I feel about it … I don’t know (yet).
A glaring point is an everyday event. Paying for purchases – handing out and receiving coins. I used to know coins in hand by feel (like braille, I dare say), just touching them by my fingertips in coin-purses, pockets of jeans, shoulder bag coin pouches… I just knew each coin’s denomination by touch. But now, not anymore – I’ve actually overpaid, I’ve had to flip and double-check, yes, it now takes a second longer per coin-in-hand.
It’s not a life-and-death situation but it does bring on this slight feeling of loss of one’s identity/attachment. It’s like the slow snipping of the umbilical cord. *ouch!*