Just remember till you're home again

Dear future hubster,

when you feel like you'll always be an outsider, an intriguing stranger, a passer-by, the person who comes and goes, remember this.

Belonging, although it does take time, doesn't depend on time only. It can, and very often it does happen when you least expect it - just like many other great things in life.

The sense of belonging comes to you unexpectedly, and in unusual yet ordinary ways. It's not a flag, it's not a title, it's not a passport. It may be a monthly metro card though. Or a barista who remembers that you're the one who drinks almond latte. The yoga teacher who says "I haven't seen you in a while". The fellow runner who finally smiles back at you on a windy Sunday morning. That first time when you greet "your" subway with a relief, because it will take you home.

The sense of belonging is a promise. That it's possible. That you, the outsider, can also be included. 

It's an expectation too. The moment you have been included, you are required to maintain your status. You need to show up for coffee and for yoga class, do the runs and chat with marinated mushroom guy on the market.

Belonging, apparently, only works if you do.