They say, “You must belong somewhere.”
But what if my somewhere has shifted over time?
moving from place to place
changing with the people I meet?

Maybe belonging isn’t always about a fixed location.
It’s about feeling seen and accepted in that moment.
Maybe it’s found in small moments of connection and small doses of “welcome home” and “this is your home” from complete strangers.

Maybe belonging is something we carry inside us.
Not tied to one place, to specific people.