1. Sam's avatar

    yeah I believe it is a familiar insight ,and you are well said.Each need each other.

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  3. Sam's avatar

    A take at a time and you remind me of grace something I barely think of .I will be there…

  4. harythegr8's avatar

    This is quiet courage — not loud wins, but grace that kept walking through grief. Your words remind us that…

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out of place

Tell me about a time when you felt out of place.


Feeling Out of Place in a New Area

I recently moved to a new area, and let me tell you—it’s not as smooth as it looks on paper. Suddenly, I had to figure out where everything was: the grocery store, the post office, a spot to grab food, even where to just take a walk. It’s a strange feeling when your everyday essentials aren’t right at your fingertips anymore.

At first, I felt out of place. Almost like I was a visitor instead of someone who actually lives here. But little by little, I started to notice things—the busiest street corners, the café that always seems full, the quiet bench that nobody really uses.



Whenever I feel out of place, I pick one landmark. A small store, a tree, or even a bench on the sidewalk. Once I do that, it gives me a sense of belonging, like I’ve planted a little flag that says, this is part of my world now.

The truth is, feeling out of place isn’t the end of the story—It’s a step to building a map.

Navigating everyday life in a real, simple way.

Until next time.

4 responses to “out of place”

  1. ‘…feeling out of place isn’t the end of the story’ – Such a great reminder.

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    1. surely, usually there is more.

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  2. When I was young I was a troubled child. Coming from a broken family and practically being raised two weeks of a month by my dad and the other two weeks by my mom. Except my mom wasn’t there. Heartbroken from the divorce, my mom fall into hard times. Making new friends and forgetting about her old ones. It seemed as if even the family was a burden to her. As with having children that still needed her. She seemed as if she didn’t want to be bothered. I wouldn’t see my mom but once every three months, even thought I was at her house for the two weeks . She had ppl at her house all the time. It was never an empty place. Even the cops would frequent it from time to time hoping to catch my mom outside just to see what no good she’s been up to now. Being at her house with it full of strangers is when I felt out of place. I had to learn how to use my gut feelings. And had watch all those Americas most wanted shoes, about how little children were kidnapped by some bad person scared me. I made sure to not get too friendly with the men, and a little bit of the female too. Only to know a handful of ladies that helped me out with teaching me how to cook eggs so I wouldn’t have to eat ice cream for dinner especially in the winter time. But that’s when I felt out of place. No one should have to feel out of place at their own mothers house. After some time I just stopped going to her house all together. I felt it would be safer that way.
    Great post though . it makes a person think back some time ago.!

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    1. what a story to reflect back on and am thankful for Your strength now and the lesson from experience.

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