Since childhood, I carried a quiet feeling of not fully belonging — not to the culture, not to the people, not to the surroundings. It wasn’t rebellion or sadness, just a deep sense of being in the wrong place. As an adult, many of us discover that this feeling had a language long before we had words for it. I’m curious about your childhood: did you ever feel different, misplaced, or like you were meant for “somewhere else”? Did certain environments feel heavy while others felt oddly familiar, even if you couldn’t explain why? Share what you remember — those early sensations often hold powerful clues about who we are and where we’re meant to thrive 🌍✨