Recently returned from Brazil, the remnants of days at the beach still linger on my skin as I button my blouse covering the faded, yet still perceptible, lines from tiny bikinis. My sun-streaked hair still stretches down my back to meet the top of a high-riding pinstriped pencil skirt. I curl the ends and throw it over my shoulders, slide a pair of big funky earring on to add color to the drab outfit. I drive to the office tapping my haviana flip-flop clad feet to my Brazilian favorites: Armandinho and Cidade Negra. A moment before I enter the office, I kick them off and slide my feet into black or tan pumps that cover my bright orange toenails.
I am living in two worlds.
