It's hard not to belong. Or to fell that way. I always thought I was an outsider in my class growing up, but when I went to a reunion in may I realised I hadn't been an outsider, I had just lived outside of the town. They all saw me as part of the group, or even in the center. Of course i looked upon them from a different perspective, since I didn't live close to them and had to travel a few miles every day. Guess that must be it for you too, with your background, in many ways. Good or bad and sometimes hard. And I can see that in you, that you have a lot of layers and life experience. Puss!