Not my people

In our previous home, we went to church with some of the best people on the planet. It took a while to get to know people-it wasn't something that clicked right away. Eventually though, we made friends & to me, it was the only place where I truly felt like I was home. We had a group that started getting together to play games. There were people that came consistently but it was also always open to whoever any of us wanted to invite or anybody we thought could use some friends so it was never exclusive or clique-y. Our friends were aware of my faults & loved & accepted me anyway & I felt that. I would say everybody was middle class but we had to be careful with money. It's a neighborhood where many people could take a trip every year if they saved & planned but it didn't always work out either. Trips weren't flashy but just a chance for the family to get away. It's a neighborhood where when parents let their kids drive at 16 but it's usually the family car they drive until they can save up money for their own car. Everybody was genuine & looking out for their community. We moved almost 5 years ago because we felt like it was right & we kept getting pulled back to certain neighborhoods to find our house. It didn't feel good at first but I know it takes time. I cannot deny that we have a few great friends here that I'm so happy to know! However, I feel more & more often that these are not my people. Lifestyles & values are fundamentally different. People take more trips than anybody can keep track of & most of them are flashy. Everybody buys their kid a car right at 16. With the exception of a couple people, I don't feel accepted as I am & it feels like no matter how hard I try, I never will be accepted by most people here. It often feels like you can put a price tag on acceptance & often times, certain values seem to also come with a price tag. I feel frustrated. I'm not certain of the reason or reasons we were guided here but I sure do miss my people!!!