Back in Peru

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.

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