Small

I walked down the street the other day, it was very crowded. It was not my own city. But it was in my own country. I love citys, the bigger the better, I love getting lost and finding people and places I'd never be able to imagine I would meet.
I felt small.  
I never really feel either small or big, I just feel like a part of this world, but this day I felt small. I wonder if it was because it was in my own country and I was suposed to know the city-cool-code and I didn't? Or was it because I had forgotten how to adapt to another city than the one I live in, because I haven't been any where for ages? I don't know, but the wonderfull thing is, that it only lasted until I meet with my dear cousin. It's amazing how, when a wierd and bad feeling takes place in your body, all it takes to make it go away, is a hug, a bit of talk and a few minuts with a person you love.