Over twenty years ago, I moved from Oregon to Utah to start going to school at BYU. As we were driving to Provo from the north, my mom, who had been born in Utah, commented, “This place right here is called the point of the mountain.”

“That’s stupid, there’s nothing here!” I remember saying, a bit more harshly than was appropriate. I think my mom was a little taken aback, and didn’t bother to try to justify why the place deserved to have a name: It separates Utah valley from the Salt Lake Valley, and the counties with corresponding names; it’s the highest point on I-15 through the Wasatch Front and the place you’ll most likely hit snowy roads.

I realized later that I was just experiencing culture shock. After an email discussion with a coworker today, I realized that culture shock is possible between programming environments.

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