There's a few of us who were pulled from there and not Earth-or-a-variant-thereof; home's a lot closer to the forest than the city. No internet, no instantaneous translocation, substantially more disapproving voices when it comes to magic. Also less ubiquitous coffee, although now I want to see the look of horror on an Antivan merchant's face at the idea of serving the wretched stuff any way except jet black and tar-like.