“Then choose it, Grace. If you love it here, then choose to be part of it.” Is that was this feeling was? Love? Why did it feel so much like envy and wistfulness? “I’m afraid I want to belong somewhere so badly, I’ll shoehorn myself in where I don’t belong. And the whole time I’m trying to convince myself that I’ve done right, I still won’t have that home feeling.” “So you’re planning to leave.” “I really don’t have any plans.” “Which means you aren’t planning to stay.”
