My identity in “the States” didn’t matter. No one cares.  Who I WAS, was not as important to who I am in the present.  No one was impressed by titles or occupations.  I felt like I had a fresh start at something new.  I was a blank canvas, or in a word -free from the labels and baggage of my native culture.   I felt human!  … More So Long … (For Now)… San Miguel