I had a really interesting conversation the other day with some other foreign ladies who live in and around Aix en Provence. We were in a restaurant talking about how it feels to be an outsider in a Country that is not your own. After we had finished talking, I realized that for a long time, I thought being an outsider was a flaw that needed fixing. I thought I had to blend in, sound the same, and somehow fit neatly into a mould I didn’t like the shape of. But the longer I’ve lived abroad, the more I’ve realized that being an outsider isn’t a weakness — it’s a…