I moved here a few years ago. In these few years I’ve met and befriended a lot of people. I had things in common with them and had fun but it never felt right. Sometimes they talked about things I didn’t understand and when I finally understood they moved onto something else. I could never catch up with them even when they tried to include me and help me fit in. It upset me greatly that I felt so out of place. Whenever this happened I went to my bed seeking comfort there. I never wanted to leave feeling comfortable there and felt like I belonged there, my bed understood me.  Recently I met quite interesting people. I thought it would be the same feeling with them. The feeling of being out of place. But I was mistaken, very wrong. With these people I don’t think I’ve felt more comfortable. They made me laugh a lot and so hard my stomach hurt and I was having trouble breathing. I actually understood what they were talking about and they understood me. Once in a while they talked about something I don’t understand but they made sure that I knew what they were saying and understood. It was like my bed. I felt so comfortable with them it was like I was in my bed but I wasn’t. My soft, comfortable bed where I could recharge and feel like I didn’t have to fit in. But recently my bed isn’t the only place I could feel this way. My bed isn’t the only thing there for me anymore. My bed isn’t the only place where I belong. Now I have another place where I can find similar comfort and not worry about whether or not I’ll ever find a place where I belong.