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Cowboys and Immigrants: An African Emigre’s Jackson, Wyoming
Home is a sense of knowing where you are in relation to everyone else, says Alexandra Fuller.
At 25, I was a lot of things I wasn't expecting, and some things I should have seen coming a continent away.
On the unexpected side of the ledger: I was married to a U.S. citizen. We'd moved from Zambia to Jackson, a town of then just over five thousand souls in the 48-mile-long (77 kilometers) valley known as Jackson Hole, on the very western edge of Wyoming, with a climate that fell just short of being classified as subarctic. We had an eight-month-old daughter, a retired hunting dog, and a hefty mortgage.
On the other hand, as might be sensibly imagined, I had a minor case of PTSD, left over from my childhood during a war in what was then