Right now, I’m just trying to find my place. I haven’t found it yet. Maybe I’m just naturally awkward and trick people into thinking I’m cooler than I am. Ha.

Ha. Ditto on that. Except sometimes, I’m not too good at the tricking part.

I just miss community. Having a place where I feel. Yes, simply feel. Feel alive, whole, etc.
Don’t get me wrong, I find community and encouragement in so many places - it’s just never consistent. And because my life is continually inconsistent, I need some consistency.

Maybe at this point in our life, we’re doomed to never get that consistency back…. until we create that place ourselves. For me, that place used to be home, but now even home doesn’t feel like that anymore. Sure, just like you, I do find that feeling here and there, but not the consistency. Perhaps it’ll never be consistent until we make our own family and make our own idea of home. Maybe even then, it’s not truly consistent. Maybe home is found in the journey to find home, not in whatever destination we end up in. I dunno, just some random thoughtful mutterings from me.