Sometimes it feels like we’re living in two worlds at once.

Because we are.

We wake up to roosters.

Or dogs barking.

Or the beautiful sound of the wind moving through the palm trees.

Sometimes it’s the birds singing like they know something we don’t.

We’ve been in Belize for two years now.

And even still, we’re navigating culture shock.

Trying to understand the nuances of life here, like the way things work, the way people move, the unspoken rhythms we’re still learning to dance with.

I come from a lineage of immigrants.