I have never felt that I belonged where I was-not in the family I was with or in the place I was in. I have a vivid memory of being in a dark blue, long dress with tiny white flowers and a high collar, just sitting demurely. I have the impression I was a quite privileged child. I have always joked that I was switched at birth. When I was very young, I told my mother that my name is something else. She just looked at me strangely.
In my thirties, I was taken to San Simeon for the first time (now a tourist attraction, and up till then , I had never heard of it) and I immediately recognized everything, and what had been changed, and what was missing from the estate. I either spent quite a lot of time there or lived there. I felt comfortable for the first time in my life. I had been on those grounds many times.
I still feel this strangeness and I am in my 50's but my numerous friends and family do not know it. It kinda sucks.
In my thirties, I was taken to San Simeon for the first time (now a tourist attraction, and up till then , I had never heard of it) and I immediately recognized everything, and what had been changed, and what was missing from the estate. I either spent quite a lot of time there or lived there. I felt comfortable for the first time in my life. I had been on those grounds many times.
I still feel this strangeness and I am in my 50's but my numerous friends and family do not know it. It kinda sucks.