I’ve struggled with fitting in my whole life. I’ve tried to be the person I felt others expected me to be, I’ve tried to make myself the person I thought I should be. I’ve never felt enough. I’m quiet, I’m introverted, my favourite activities are solitary, I’m not “normal”, whatever that is.
Out in the world I can often feel like a square peg in a round hole. But at home, I am comfortable, I am myself, I am among friends. With my family I can be purely me, weird quirks and all. My home is where I belong. With Bruce and my children. With our cat, our computers, my stash of yarn, our scruffy garden and untidy house. Where I can sit by pond, in my pyjamas, taking photos of damselflies and wildflowers, marvelling at tiny creatures and talking to frogs. Where I can be me, just as I am, accepted and loved.
Inspired by the Weekly Photo Challenge: Place in the World