As a Jew growing up in Poland in the 1920s, Anna, the main character in my upcoming novel, lived through many upheavals and displacements and has never truly felt at home. This feeling intensifies when she lands, yet again, in a place where Jews are despised, but this time, she has been cast from her family and is far away from any reinforcements. She is wired to flourish in a community setting, so now, with no people of her own in this hostile environment, she is forced to face not only the danger she is in, but the loneliness of her heart.
Have you ever felt as if you didn't belong anywhere?
If you've moved a lot growing up or in life, what anchors you?