Joan Didion wrote that a place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image. I cannot do this for California, it doesn’t belong to me in this way. Instead, it’s the reverse: I belong to California now or, at least, to my own perception of California, the one I have created for myself... I’ve traveled from Norway to California six times—in 2005, 2008, 2009, 2011, 2013, and 2014—via Paris, via Amsterdam, via London. California is the same place, with the same sensory memories attached to it. The scent of eucalyptus, the intense sunshine, and the surprisingly crisp air, when are these memories from, from which of the years?
— Jan Grue, I Live a Life Like Yours: A Memoir. B. L. Crook (Translator). (FSG Originals, August 17, 2021)