Perfectly Out of Place

The title of this series came from a song I found on Discover Weekly. You can listen to it here.

Please beware, if you’re a lyric person, it’s a pretty depressing song. Here are my favorite parts of the song:

You say if I can't love myself
Then how the hell can I try to love you?
Did you forget how it first felt
Or did you feel nothing when I held on to you?

You're perfectly out of place

You said: What's wrong?
And held me
And I felt loved
And I felt loved for the first time in what seems like forever
And as you grasped me tight I felt like I was in the arms of God
And there I wailed
And there I wailed

You're perfectly out of place

Although (most) of you are at a place you would naturally call “home”, I can guess you are also feeling a little bit out of place. Maybe you’re actually being forced to stay at a place that has never been home for you. Maybe you are currently reevaluating what the word “home” actually means. Maybe home is more of a person for you, and you’re not able to be with them right now. Maybe you’re in a temporary home. Maybe home is really, really far away. Maybe you are going through the process of making a home you thought you moved away from, home again.

Maybe your home feels unfinished, like the one we took these photos in, and you’re starting to notice all of its little faults and flaws. You’re starting to notice that one piece of tile is cracked, or the shower doesn’t get hot fast enough, or your front porch is actually slightly slanted.

Whatever physical location you are taking up space in during this season, guess what? You are allowed to feel a little bit out of place— even if it’s the home you’ve known forever, or one you’re still exchanging introductions with.

Maybe your home is making you feel perfectly out of place, and maybe that’s a beautiful thing.

Sit with it. Lean into it.

-Liv