Anais Nin continues to reminisce about her recent trip to Paris in a letter to friends there: "I was beginning to think I was an eccentric and no one else thought as I did. But as soon as I stepped on the soil of France I realized I had a whole continent behind me." She thrives in the human, intimate, alive atmosphere of Paris whereas she has shriveled in the rigid, narrow, limited atmosphere of New York.
We all have times and places when we are with "our people" and are comfortable, alive, most ourselves and other times when we are not with "our people" and feel like an oddball, outcast, weirdo. Who are your people?
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