I live in Japan.
It was one of those realizations that makes the everyday both clear and alien in an instant. This one hit while I walked to work, wending my way through a long stretch of factory that often breeds epiphanies of its own (ie. How did a student of English Literature manage to sneak into a working environment where there are forklifts?). The uniqueness (preposterousness?) of my situation leapt forward from a cultural backdrop of global access that has made physical borders seem all but obsolete.
