When I returned to England, I knew that Antarctica had distorted my personality. The rolling green hills of Derbyshire, near where I grew up, looked different than I recalled. At a reunion, I found it difficult to connect to my friends and relatives. I had trouble choosing between double skinny latte coffee or caramel mint mocha. My mood fluctuated between anxious and underwhelmed.

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