Autoethnography: Between Worlds – A Working-Class Heart in a Hopeful Suit I stand in the hushed luxury of an upscale shop, dressed in my primary suit, posture straight, carrying a hopeful attitude I’ve cultivated with care. From working-class roots, I’ve learned to move intentionally through spaces that once felt closed off. Staff often welcome me warmly. Yet when I return to familiar territory, among peers from my origins, I sometimes meet a subtle aggression — a sideways glance that seems to ask, Who do you think you are now? Sports bars remain easy. There, my natural enthusiasm flows freely. I cheer loudly, banter without filter, and fit in effortlessly. These contrasting spaces map the borderlands I navigate daily. Ascent, Tension, and Unexpected Openings My journey upward is deliberate. I wanted more beauty, more peace, more opportunity — not out of rejection of where I came from, but from a deep hunger for expansion. This aspiration has taken me into high-stakes multinational lit...