I am a self diagnosed recluse. I have been a homebody my entire life. Back in high school, When my friends went on Senior Trip, I chose to stay home and lay by the pool. In college, I camped out at the ice rink working on my double salchow instead of going to parties. Often, if I'm invited to go out for an evening, I completely shut down. I hate leaving home. I'm not sure why. Maybe part of it is my completely irrational and paralyzing fear of being killed in a car crash. Or maybe it is because I just really REALLY love yoga pants. And watching One Tree Hill in it's entirety on repeat. I mean, who doesn't want to watch Nanny Carrie get what's coming to her over and over again?
Anyway, This is why I am thankful to have family that will whip my ass into shape when I need it. What fun is life if you stay home and don't live it? Chris' family invited us to go watch a college lacrosse game a few weeks ago and I have to say I'm so glad I ventured out for the day. We had such a great time. Hugh especially appreciated the fact that he was allowed to play on the field once the game was over.
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