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I wasn’t quite sure what to expect when I stepped off the plane into icy Wisconsin weather for the first time. “You are going to be so cold , it’s going to feel so strange to you!” But my first breath of winter air was not that shocking. In fact, as I took my first gulp in the parking lot of the Minneapolis airport, all I thought was, “Tastes like home .” Rather than experiencing reverse culture shock, I simply feel like I’ve stepped out of the time-warp fantasy world of Puerto Rico and back into real life. Everything here seems real now. It is all (more or less) exactly as I have left it. The smell of a wood fire woke me this morning, and the sun glinting off a light snowfall out my bedroom windows looked just as it should. My bedroom at my parents’ house is the same—a time capsule of my life from 8 th grade through my college graduation. And now, suddenly, it has become shockingly real and clear; Christmas is in one week . ...