I returned to the States almost a month ago. Writing in English feels slightly unnatural, much less life in general. While of course I can seamlessly slide around through the mundaneness of this great country, it's little obscure things que hacen falta.

No pickup trucks with soundsystems in their flatbeds blasting politically-motivated reggaeton, síndicos/alcaldes/senadores begging for your vote.

No one chasing after you in the street trying to sell you avocados/their wife.

Everything appears kinda sterile here, especially in the suburbs of Boca Raton, Florida. Luckily I'm getting out of here in a few days, to return to my 'hood in Worcester. I get separation anxiety. It will also be interesting to return to my heavily Dominican New England neighborhood and see how many aspects of la cultura get translated.

I'm not quite sure if culture shock has set in; of course, I sometimes have to remind myself to speak English instead of Spanish. Aside from that, however, everything seems so easy here. Which feels strange, but I can vibe with it. I'm lazy. But I also vibe with constant challenge and thrill. Yo no sé.