Dear Friends,
I have a convoluted sense of belonging. Although social and sociable, I seldom feel I fit in. My father’s diplomatic career uprooted us every two to four years. I grew up under the influence of so many different cultures and people, that eventually I turned into an "eclectic duckling” my own family has a hard time recognizing and accepting. The most astonishing part of my past is that I have never returned to where I used to live. That leaves me with very few ties. I only have one childhood friend and one boarding school friend. The rest of my friendships (a handful) were formed in the last 27 years in Canada, which is pretty good! And that brings me to my gratitude of the day. On the weekend, I went to a gathering. From being a decade older than the oldest person in the room, to holding a little baby whose initial reaction to me is always crying, (What can I say, I make boys cry!) it all felt “right.” I belonged! Maybe it didn't appear so to an outsider, but peu importe! I felt at home. Why? I really don't know. Maybe it was the warm hospitality of the hostess, or the presence of down-to-earth guests, or the right amount of closeness and distance. Or maybe, I secretly had something in common with each and every one of them. All I know and care about is that it was a perfect circle and I was grateful it fit me!
Have a custom made day everyone!
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