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New city...new people

I haven’t always been a people person. In fact, when I was younger, my brother was the one who made all the friends and had all the fun with new experiences, but when he moved away to seminary, I knew that I had to come out of my shell. So, I became a people person. It took some time, and practice, but I accomplished. Now, I think of myself as an extroverted people person.
Is this true? Maybe. I don’t really know, but it doesn’t bother me to be with people, or be in large crowds alone. In fact, today, I proved that correct. I drove to the Johnson space center, by myself, I drove to Galveston, by myself, and enjoyed it. I enjoy my own company. Would it have been better with someone there with me? Of course, but there wasn’t, so I went and had a blast.
So, how did I accomplish this? I don’t have any aversion to people, so it wasn’t hard to make friends or become a more outgoing person, it just took practice. And, I am so thankful that, in a crowd, I can make a friend or two, and be completely comfortable.
I had the opportunity to meet with my friends co-workers tonight for happy hour, and what fun we had. I never, at any moment, felt out of place or awkward, but it could be because they were awesome people, and willing to accept a complete stranger. Whateves...what I am trying to say, is that this entire time, this entire trip, I have felt completely at ease with myself and the all situations that I have found myself in, because I feel comfortable with myself.
That is a trait that I sometimes take for granted, but I am glad that I have. I think, no I know, that I get it from my mother. My father is crap when it comes to crowds or new situations. So, thank you mom.
All that to say, I had a great day in Houston, and I look forward to the rest of my stay and whatever may come my way. Be blessed, my friends. Be blessed.

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