Growing up, everyone talks about community like it is something you just automatically have. Friends from school, people you grew up with, a group that magically forms and follows you into adulthood. But a lot of us do not get that experience. Some of us grow up moving around, or focusing on school, or working early, or simply never finding that big built in friend group everyone else seems to have. And honestly, it can feel lonely when you realize you have to build community on your own.
For me, community has come from the little places. The coffee shops where the barista remembers my order. The coworkers who become real friends even though we met in the middle of a very high stress job. The volunteering events where people show up because they genuinely care about others. The moments where someone asks how I am doing and actually listens. It did not show up all at once. It grew slowly, almost quietly.
It takes effort to put yourself out there. Walking into a room where you are the youngest or the newest can feel intimidating. Sometimes it feels easier to stay home and skip the small talk altogether. But every time I push myself to go to something, even if it is small, I end up leaving with this tiny sense of belonging. Like I added one more thread to the community I am creating for myself.
What surprised me the most is that you do not need a giant friend group to feel supported. Sometimes your community looks like three people you trust, a couple of kind faces at local events, and a few shared experiences that make you feel connected to something bigger than your daily routine. It is okay if it forms slowly. It is okay if it does not look like everyone else’s. What matters is that it feels real to you.
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