I never actually thought about writing about experiences where I stuck out, so I found it very interesting that you used your past experiences as a description of not fitting into a category. It reminds me of when I would be that one kid at lunch reading a book instead of talking or playing with my friends. Or liking math when everyone else hated it and couldn’t understand. I never really fit in either with other kids at my elementary school, it’s nice to know I wasn’t the only one who felt that way. Your blog post also mentions living in New York City and so I think about all the times where I had to stay out of the state or in another country. And sure a change of scenery is nice but after a few days I just miss the sound of city traffic or the sound of the train passing by and halting my conversation. Some things you just get used to and when they’re gone you feel out of place, or at least that’s how I feel.
