Being a regular somewhere, a diner, a court, a library, gives a town a place that knows your face.

Being recognised somewhere you have not earned anything is a quiet sort of belonging. The person behind the counter knowing your order, the regulars at the court nodding when you walk in: none of it requires a conversation, and all of it means you are part of somewhere. Turning up repeatedly is the only qualification.

Pick one place and go often enough to be known: a library, a court, a diner, a gym. Sit in the same spot, say hello to whoever is always there, and give it a month.