First Time Outsider

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August 7, 2013 by Katia

I’ve always felt like I don’t belong, which is probably why I moved continents one day, to give that feeling an official reason… I’ve never, however, been an outsider until I became one for a brief moment.

I wrote a post about this, which is featured on one of my absolutely favourite blogs, Finding Ninee, today. My hilarious friend Kristi, the powerhouse behind Finding Ninee, brilliantly describes and illustrates life “in the middle world” with Tucker, her 4 Year Old son. A few months ago Kristi wrote a post titled “A Land of Empathy and Wonder” and the post became a series, Our Land. My post on Kristi’s blog today is part of that series.

To read the post click here.

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9 thoughts on “First Time Outsider

  1. Lizzi Rogers says:

    Katia I *loved* reading you over there. It’s one of my absolute favourites too. And Our Land is just GORGEOUS! Long may it continue. And take over the world 🙂

  2. mysending says:

    What an amazing list of how to help others not feel alone!

  3. I adore you and am so happy that your awesome cool amazing voice is over on Finding Ninee today. Thanks so much for allowing me to share you with my other peeps, Katia. They’re sure to love you as much as I do!
    *blushing that I’m one of your favs but so relieved because you’re one of mine, friend!*

  4. Dana says:

    Loved, loved, loved. I rambled a bit over there, so I’ll keep it short here.

  5. […] I’ve always felt like I don’t belong, which is probably why I moved continents one day, to give that feeling an official reason… I’ve never, however, been an outsider until I became one for a brief moment.  […]

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