"but when she stepped foot in her apartment that first morning back, something felt off. it was as if she'd come home to her childhood bedroom or tried to drive the old sedan she had in college. They had been hers, yes. But they belonged to a version of her that she'd grown out of."
There's gotta be a French word for this. Feeling this so often is unsettling at best.
— Feb 06, 2026 08:12AM
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