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| Somewhere between two worlds. |
Here is something nobody tells you before you move to a new country at forty years old.
You don't just leave a place. You leave four decades of references. Four decades of songs that played on every radio, jokes that everyone got without explanation, history that was simply common knowledge because you breathed it every day. You leave the trivia. You leave the shared memory. You leave the thing that makes people in a room nod at the same time because they all grew up watching the same show, hearing the same names, knowing the same things without ever having to learn them on purpose.
And then you land somewhere new, and people forget you weren't there for any of it.