expateek's feeling like a woman without a country. She's left Poland behind now, sadly. This week, she's visiting in England, her home from 2002-2005, and again 2006-2007, but she feels like she doesn't belong there anymore either. And she's not yet back to the Old Country, or the New Country, or whatever the heck you'd call the ol' US of A. So she feels pretty much displaced. She doesn't really belong anywhere.
She's a bit gloomy.
She envies those who've lived in the same house for 30 years, and know exactly which drawer the scissors are in, and where the car registration is kept, and who is the best butcher in town.
Because right at the moment, she knows absolutely nothing about anything, and she feels pretty strange.
Being a no-pat is damned disorienting.