A thought from bedtime

I met a student from last year's intake at SCA briefly today. He had an American-ish accent and I asked where he was from. He said "Bermuda" and for some reason that threw me a little, and the conversation came to a fairly abrupt halt. I felt slightly uncomfortable about it afterwards.

Then as I was brushing my teeth, paying attention to the gums, it suddenly occurred to me what had been so disconcerting. It was that I automatically think of Bermuda as a place that people go to. It's never, never, ever a place that people come from.