|photo by carolina lindsay photography|
adam & i went to this mexican grocery store to grab some sodas.
they played mariachi music and had dried peppers hanging from the ceiling.
we appeared to be the only ones in the building whose first language was english.
it was cool in there!
we felt a little out of place.
i leaned over to adam and said,
"are we the only white people here?"
and he looked at me until i finally realized:
i'm pale as can be
and he is, well, not white.
i seriously forget that adam is a different mix of races than i am.
all. the. time.
i just don't even think about it.
probably because it doesn't matter or something?
i just keep forgetting that there is something so obviously different about us
because there are so many things that are obviously the same.
still really funny, though.
i can't believe i said that.