-The trope may have been intended as a [comforting escape fantasy for weird people tired of grating against the insanities of our world](https://yudkowsky.tumblr.com/post/81447230971/my-april-fools-day-confession)—you can pretend to be "from" someplace else, perhaps [deposited here by some fantastical portal](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isekai), and missing your home.
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-But when I contemplate this exercise for myself, I'm instead struck by the extent to which such a fictive "home" is _necessarily_ a chimera—a scintillating but ultimately untrue thought. All of my memories, all of my life projects, actually took place _here_, in this United States of this Earth in this early twenty-first century, where I _am_ kind of weird along several dimensions, and my existence doesn't make sense outside of that context. To posit a self-consistent world in which my underlying traits are normal, a _lot_ of things would have to change; although many of the changes would be appealing, the overall outcome would have to be a strange and somewhat alien Society—somewhere I could happily assimilate with time, probably; somewhere I wish my world would imitate in some aspects, assuredly; but not a _home_ for current-me.
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-And if I'm not at home _here_, either, well—who said all problems were solvable?