No lone ranger

Hurricane Angie's out of town for the week. And still I live in a whirlwind. Last week I took one of those personality test things. (Turns out I'm type INFP, in case you were dying to know.) And on one of the questions I had to concede that I was more of a "social butterfly" than a "lone ranger". "Social butterfly". Really.

Look at this week. On Sunday, I made one of my favorite pastas and had people over. It was lovely. Then there was a fireside to go to. Monday night is FHE, always. It snowed, and I drove in the snow. For the first time. Ever. And Tuesday night is Bowling Night with my Barnes and Noble friends at 6, Correlation Meeting at 7, and Institute at 7:30. But this week I blew them all off to go see They Might Be Giants at the House of Blues. I drove. I drove downtown for the first time. Ever. (and nearly killed us all PLUS innocent bystanders!) Last night was a hockey game at the American Airlines center. Thank goodness I didn't have to drive again; I barely made it with my ticket. I had taken the wrong ticket from my nighttable. Because I, in fact, had two tickets sitting there for two different events. If you can imagine.

Its really quite remarkable when I think back on what a loner I used to be. What elitists we were in 315. How we stayed home watching movies almost every weekend in the house on 420. And I was afraid of coming back to Texas. I was afraid of relapsing into the little hermit that I once was. But I've grown up even more than maybe I'd realized. And look how much I'm growing up still! I must say, I'm pretty happy with where I'm at right now. And that's a really good feeling. I think Texas was the right move after all--despite Beal's apprehension over me leaving Utah BEFORE GETTING MARRIED. HORROR!