Where we were born, and with which we grew up is part of who we are. We are surrounded by that place memory and history.
When we leave this place, we also leave that part of ourselves. And in a new place, a city or maybe a town, we are going to be surrounded by new people, and another kind of ancestral memory.
We are going to be surrounded by moments and memories of a place that do not belong to us.
It is a bewildering experience from which we must find a new perspective on our individuality.
But for some time, we are going to be in this place called chaos.