Amurrika

My friend Sarah and I, in imitation of George W. Bush, have decided to refer to our native country as Amurrika. We wake up early and visit the Amurrikan Embassy to register to vote absentee for the November Elections. I teach English. After so much talking about it, you would think that a return to the States wouldn't be a big deal at all. I forgot that it had been four months since I was here, and four months is a considerable amount of time. I hold the dollar bills with disbelief, amazed at how long the money seems to me. The coins feel thin and fragile in my hand. Who is Ashlee Simpson? I hang awkwardly in the balance between Spain and America, not quite belonging to either one right now; a cultural mishmash. Being home doesn't quite feel like home as it did, but not necessarily in a negative way. Everything seems new and different. I visit Wal-Mart and local tex-mex restaurants. I eat pizza and watch MTV. American Life 101.