Buckle Up

Last week, for the first time in more than 3 months, I rode in a Taxi that not only had a seatbelt, but also a buckle that I could find to connect to. My survival instinct kicked in, and I rapidly buckled up. 

I felt constricted. Limited. Confined. Enclosed. Suppressed. Bottled up. 

It felt strange. It felt unnatural.

I've been in Chile way too long.