I just wanted to express my amazement after reading the page. I can't fully accept the idea that I am a wanderer, yet neither can I dismiss it. The stories of wanderers on the page so closely match my own life experience that I am shocked and bewildered: My alienation, my obsession with sci-fi, my love of psychology and growth, my belief that the separation is a lie, my altruism, my childhood begging to be taken home when I prayed, my dreams of frolicking with comrades in a perfect world, being forced to go into a tank of water then coming out an earthling (metaphor for entering this body of 95% water?), my naivete and childlike innocence...

Truly amazing! As an African-American, I first grew up in black neighborhoods where they all thought I seemed weird. I thought it was because of my family's emphasis on education and reserved behavior. Then at specialty schools for the gifted, other brilliant students, of all races, still thought I was an outsider. At a school assembly, when my picture came up the auditorium was silent. No one considered me a part of their group, yet I was editor of both school papers and captain of track. I continued this pattern of being very involved but never accepted as one of the group throughout college. All the while, from the age of 9, I was devoutly pursuing a personal spirituality that I could fully embrace.

I could go on and on, but suffice to say, I always end up standing out as different. Sometimes I am put on a pedestal, sometimes disliked, but always separated from the group. Could it be there actually is a place for me among "my own?"

P.S. Please just leave me anonymous. Thanks.