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Whenever I land in England, there is always a small part of me that feels like I’m home. Looking over the rolling hills when the plane is descending, it’s a primordial feeling.
But then when I go into pubs and restaurants, or even with my family, I feel like an outsider. I feel like people look at me and expect me to act a certain way that I’m not, or expect me to think a certain way that I don’t.
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