One of Anne Corlett’s characters in the novel The Space between the Stars grasps at the meaning of life:
“Was this how it was for everyone? Little moments of being sure, of fitting into the world around you, all strung together on a flimsy thread of doubt and confusion and not belonging?”
– Jamie, The Space between the Stars by Anne Corlett
On one hand, sounds legit; on the other, not entirely, but when it does it’s terribly sad…
Corlett, Anne. The Space between the Stars. New York, NY: Berkeley, 2017, p. 310.
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Depends where you live and how you got there. Some of my relatives are farmers in northern Wiltshire and their ancestors have been, in the same 3 parishes, since before Domesday Book. They’re named “Uphill”, because when ordinary people got surnames, their farm was “up-hill” from the church. I doubt they’re ever troubled by a feeling of not belonging. As my father said once, their name might as well have been “Baggins” or “Gamgee”.
Indeed it does. Some of my relatives were workers who lived within 50 km of where their ancestors were born, and did feel like they didn’t belong. Isn’t it fascinating?