I got the chance to spend 10 days back in Peru in November.
I had a great time but I caught a little third-culture-kid-itis, again.
Here’s what I wrote the first day I was in Lima, the city where I was born, but which I hardly know:
I’m in Lima. I’m in the place where I was born. I’m from here, and yet so patently not. The last time I returned, two years ago, I sobbed as the plane landed, but this time I just feel a calm satisfaction as I hand my [Peruvian] passport to official.
“Returning, or do you live abroad?”he asks.
“I live in in Colombia,” I say.
“Welcome,” he says and I am in, as a citizen.Share this post: