Stepping Out of My Shell
In response to Dancing Elephants prompt 46 of 52
I never, ever pictured myself residing in a shared house, you know? The whole idea of living with a bunch of different folks just seemed more nerve-wracking than exciting.
I mean, I’d wonder, “Are we all gonna click? Will there be endless clashes?”
There’s a legit reason why I chose not to rent a place. You’re gonna find out in another this article “here".
But as it turns out, this shared house gig? It’s been a godsend, totally unexpected. Who’da thunk I’d be soaking up new stuff day in and day out from my housemates? It’s like we’re this big, crazy family, doing everything together.
Sure, there’ve been a couple of blips, those tiny misunderstandings and whatnot. But come on, they’re about as rare as a unicorn sighting.
Now, I’m the textbook definition of an introvert, but the more I got to know these peeps, the more I found myself busting out of that shell I’d been living in.
Living here, with this bunch, has been an eye-opener. I’m tackling things I’d usually dodge like the plague. Talking in front of people? Singing in front of a crowd? Yeah, right! But here I am, doing exactly that. These guys I’m sharing the house with? They’ve spun my life around in the best way. Anyway, don’t worry, I’m not gonna yap on forever. I’ll wrap this article up right here.
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