Everything and everywhere

Orientation? I’ve never felt lost! Still, it did happen this time…somehow!
Miles away from a familiar “ecosystem” and completely idea-free of where exactly I was, I found myself struggling to get around. Eyes? Wide opened and amazed!
Some call it America; a bit romantic, so grandiose and sometimes even pathetic way to call that never-ending process of conglomeration. So obvious, so quick and sooo distinct! It shows all of itself in an every little inch; I just couldn’t consume it all. So, I wasn’t really lost. I was pretty sure that I didn’t miss the address; yet, I wasn’t able to understand: this is where I really am; to relax and enjoy. I later figured that this was the best thing about it.
I later also learned all the significant stores, terms, key city points; I’ve got my working schedule and I was already in the routine. I had an illegally emigrated friend named Alvaro, a committed photographer friend named Dawn, a boss, PhD professional, Giorgos and two coworkers-Hawra and Mieko. It happened that I majorly knew all those cultures even then, but it still was as exciting as colorful. And it didn’t help me settle!
I was still wandering around, soaking in every single unfamiliar detail, term and sound. It all remained stored somewhere in a back of my head just until my mind caught up with that few-months-ago-landed-plane. After my conscience–self got around with my physical–self, I was finally able to accept the name- Port Authority for the main bus station, and CVS for pharmacy, to just adore Hawaiian Sun and meet Dawn at Starbucks, to count avenues and relax about bureaucracy which was here so much easier to handle.
So I learned to live with that strange environment like it was my own. And I spent some time within those spearing scrapers and shiny windows. I learned to adopt all of its greatness and I learned to fit in; be "everything and everywhere". I got certain that one cannot translate the culture but, as I did, can get hungry for diversities.