Until I was 18, I lived in a quaint town with a population of just 15,000, where life was predictable and comforting. I knew every back road, every local shop, and the name of nearly everyone I passed on the street. Our town had only three bus routes, and I could recite their schedules by heart. The tallest building we had was an old mill, now a museum, standing at four stories. But when I moved to a bustling metropolis for college, I found myself lost in more ways than one, facing challenges I never anticipated, and hearing the phrase, “You’re not from around here,” more times than I could count.