In the southernmost, poorest, most ancient, most indigenous part of Mexico. It seems the most appropriate place to be. An alien but among people who were here long before Europeans came. I am here but I don’t belong here. I don’t belong where I was before either, in the Pacific Northwest of the United States where I lived for most of my adult life. Though I wasn’t from there either. Again. Fromness and belonging are not things I do well. Alien always.