-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.