Transitions always involve an ending

It was my first Thanksgiving home in years. When we went around the table naming what we were thankful for, I faltered.

I did have much to be thankful for, yet other feelings preoccupied me. I felt adrift, disoriented, misunderstood and a bit disappointing. And I couldn’t quite grasp why.

I’d been so excited to come home. And yet, I didn’t feel at home at all. This was the place where I used to belong and was used to belonging, but I no longer fit.