I wasn't in California. I wasn't in America. I had to be in a foreign country, right?
But which country? Somewhere in Asia? Lots of people were speaking an Asian language. Mexico? So many were speaking Spanish. France? I hear French too. I didn't hear anyone speaking English ( I am sure there were!) I was in California. I was in America. I was not in a foreign language. I was the oddball. I was the one who was different. I was the one who felt lost in a big world. I loved it. I felt overwhelmed with curiosity. My brain wanted to know everything it could be everyone it encountered. So many thoughts running through my head. I remember riding on a bus to the Anaheim Convention Center and being shocked at how many cars, how many people and just how fast everything was moving. Walking along the streets near the convention center was the first time I ever felt how small I was in the world. I looked up the entire time I walked. Probably almost ran into others a few times, but I didn't care I was in California. Small town Louisiana girl visiting a big city. Tomorrow I'll share my first experience with Disney and the friends I met on the trip. P.S. this is the exact building I was envisioning in my head when thinking about the first time I walked down those bg streets--- and up popped this image when I did a search-- suddenly, it doesn't feel so big after all!
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