I was watching a YouTube background music video about the Amazon rainforest, mesmerized by the diverse animal and plant life.

A sloth was making his way slowly up a tree, and I thought how those ridiculouly long claws and wiry fur make him perfectly adapted for his environment.

A cute little golden lion tamarin was sitting on a tree branch, his long fingers and toes anchoring him perfectly in his position. He does not look down and get vertigo from the height or fear that he might lose his grip and plummet to the ground.

Another cute little monkey–maybe a rhesus–was sitting on a branch with ants crawling to and fro all around him, and he was completely at ease. No squirming, or brushing them off the branches to their death because they annoyed him.

And the ants carrying leaves to heaven knows where to do heaven knows what know exactly what they are doing without ever questioning–except in Disney movies–whether or not they are content in the place fate has put them.

What environment am I perfectly adapted for? I know for sure it’s not where I am, in limbo between homes. Have I already been there and didn’t recognize it? Dare I hope it is the one I am moving to in October?