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Close-up portrait of a bearded man wearing dark sunglasses outdoors, with a blurred waterfront in the background (black and white).

I have never been a local—never the native. I’ve always been the transplant, the visitor, the outsider, the interloper. I have met people who have never left the town they were born in and everyone they’ve ever known resides within 50 miles of their home, but I have never been that guy. I have always been from somewhere else.

Groucho Marx famously said that he refused to join any club that would have him as a member, which is altogether funny, telling, and true. How many of us feel this way about a great many things? Desiring only the things we can’t have, and entirely uninterested in the things within our grasp. If we can achieve it, how good could it really be? If we were accepted, how low must the threshold have been?