Chameleon? Snake? Laura?

I don’t remember what the electrical outlets look like in America.

I saw them, used them, every single day for 15 years but eight months in France and I have no recollection whatsoever.  It’s scary, really.

It’s scary how quickly one can adapt to a new surrounding. How quickly one can forget what was once so familiar.  

Just eight months ago, I had only one address, one family, one “familiar”.  The one I had know since the beginning of my life. Yet here I am, eight months later with a second one of all those things.

I’ve integrated myself into two French schools and I’ve gained a second family. I am part of a culture, a life, here in France. 

I’m stunned by my flexibility, my capability to adapt.

I feel like a chameleon that changes color, a snake that sheds its skin.

I feel as though I have been adopted by another family and integrated in a new society.

I play this role well.
Now the question is how to resume my old role upon returning to my old “familiar”? 

Will I scatter to find that old skin, struggle to turn back to that other color? 

Can I keep a part of this new culture? This new Laura? 

Who even is Laura, if she so easily transforms? 

Gosh, this must be the result of taking philosophy class this year...