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To Love an Introvert…

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…is to give them a place to be alone.  Or at least this works well for me.  I happen to very much so enjoy the company of everyone I have met on this trip, but I also constantly find myself overwhelmed and just uncomfortable when I spent a good deal of time in public.  Like anything else, some days are worse than others, and today just so happened to be one of those days where I just wanted to think and be with myself.  I am fortunate enough to have the space to do this without fear of those around me reactiving in a negative manner (and thank you all for that).  Today I became very comfortable with one of my new favorite places on the University campus: my room, specifically the space near the window where I am very tempted to sit, but not bold enough to risk damaging the room.  Having this area to just sit and chill out is hugely important to my sense of okayness, and I feel like this trip might be very different for me if not for this personal area.  Right now I love with my mom, who is fantastic, but fairly overbearing, so this really is something that I appreciate.

Almost Home

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  When I was 14, I moved from Wyoming to Georgia.  One of my first big memories was of going to the huge markets for the first time and feeling the absolute amazement and slight fear at the vastness and fast pace of the market.  I was so overwhelmed and confused at everything going on around me that I was not fully able to enjoy the markets.

I did not have that crazy feeling yesterday walking through Dublin for the first time.  I was blown away by how not-overwhelmed I was; I became comfortable with the city significantly faster than I had assumed that I would be able to.  Walking through the city just felt like something I could (and potentially should) do single day of my life from now on.  Everyone was so enjoyable, and we were having so much fun.  It became so easy to adopt the city, as well as my company.

Pooh at GSU.

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13334822_1040305986062794_2146213958_o This guy scared me hardcore the first time I saw him.   I happen to be from a very small town, so my first couple of weeks walking around the Georgia State University campus were spent frantically staring all around me, searching for the murderers that my parents had assured me I was going to find.  I expected crazy people… not a life size cardboard cut out of Pooh Bear staring at me from an office building (where I often saw very well dressed people having meetings).  Seeing Pooh became something that I would look forward to and seek out in order to feel more confident with school.  When I was little, Pooh was my hero, so seeing him while on my way to my Legal Environment of Business final made me feel better, even if I was still terrified of the big city.

I’m a Swinger.

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13334389_1040305906062802_1882255281_o The year I was born, my grandparents bought their house (which my dad later owned).  We went there every weekend and fairly often throughout the week.  Right down the street from this house there was this little park with this swing set and I’m pretty sure that I spent more time on that swing than I did sleeping.  I actually went enough that I developed calluses on my hands, arms, and legs where the swing would touch me, and at one point the swing seat tore through my jeans and cut my leg (which freaked out my grandmother).  I used to go there and sing or make up stories for hours at a time.  Looking back, I really have no idea why the neighbors didn’t tell my grandparents to lock me up, as I would sing loudly (and horridly) and actually reenact the stories in my head out loud (so I basically yelled at the train for hours on end).  Really though, going to the swing was basically my therapy as a young person.  I was going through some pretty messed up stuff at home, but I could always just be alone and deal with it at the park.  It is one of the things I miss most about my hometown.