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I did manage to get to my norsk class in Williamsburg (in-person class! being natural!) & a Seido farewell party in midtown. Took this picture afterwards of the building were the host lives. Then the bus home, appreciating that I live here and don't have to pay attention to where I am. You are a real resident when you're confident enough to take the bus. My dad had the native's second-nature map of his city (Berlin) & then he didn't. And then he never had a place again. A home, maybe, but not a place.