Today I had the best time I have ever had in this region outside of my house. I ended up having lunch with a group of African American colleagues from the administrative staff. At first, I didn’t understand why I was having such a great time but then I realized that nobody had commented on my accent, my name or my place of origin, nobody mentioned “my country” or assumed I had a country different from this one. In fact, my immigrant status never came up at all. Nobody had a problem understanding me, nobody avoided eye contact, nobody discussed things I don’t understand. I wasn’t treated like an immigrant oddity but simply like a regular human being no different from anybody else.
I talked a lot more than I ever do when I’m with a group of complete strangers. The conversation was heavily political but it was never uncomfortable. I understood all of the jokes and all of the references people made. Nobody acted like they’d been approached by an orange alien with fangs when I addressed them. It was so strange to feel completely normal.
I never realized how much I missed the feeling of complete and unremarkable normalcy, of simply being part of a group. And God, what a relief not to have to repeat everything twice and not to have people make a show of not understanding anything I say.