The Hermit Gene

In recent years I learned a valuable lesson from my dad. He and I share a common characteristic, the hermit gene. I'm most comfortable at home, I don't mind being alone, and it takes an enormous amount of effort for me to enter new places and mingle. My husband nicknamed me the chihuahua after my last try at group interaction. I was so nervous being alone that I began to shake. Quite like that of a dripping wet, skinny, little dog.

Since our 5 week start in Seattle I've regretted that stubborn little trait and have tried desperately to overcome it. I do realize the benefit of being an introvert when my husband is simply a roommate I'm trying to keep alive with food and a spot to sleep. However, I too realize my need for relationships. So each week I drag Davey off to parks, markets, wading pools, and churches. Seattle is quite the city to explore and since it's summer we haven't even gotten that wet. If I could just trade in that pesky van for something easier to park it would be even more enjoyable.

The only real problem with our outings is that we haven't met anyone. Although I am pushing myself away from our cozy apartment, I haven't been pushing myself to strike up conversations. It does take us hermits a bit longer to warm up to people so since we've been here a month, I think it's time for me to try talking to other Washingtonians. Some say they're the friendliest of people. I do think I'm almost ready. My nervous shaking habit is almost gone now. You'd only notice it if you looked at my left eye and found it twitching. I'm not quite sure what David would nickname me now. What kind of creature has an eye that twitches?