I've lived on both sides of the Atlantic, both in the US and in the Netherlands, but settled in the middle where I belong, yet somehow out of place.
Can one really ever find a place where one fits. We seem to wander aimlessly around, never finding ones place. The house deals the cards and we have to live with the ones we are dealt. Some of us get lucky once in a while, get a few chips to add to there stack, but in the end the house will win. It's a mathematical certainty.
That's me, cold logic and a rather "glass half empty" kind of outlook. Behind my ice-blue/gray eyes no one can see the underlying self doubt and loneliness that my happy and polite exterior manages to hide. It's hidden well by an unhealthy urge to be upbeat and friendly, to fit in. Isn't that what we all do? If you think not, send me a line and set me straight.