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I AM A PEOPLE PERSON, TOO.

My good friend wrote a blog about her propensity for people. i am a People Person, too. Imagine that. I know EXACTLY what she means, when lamenting her mother-ness, being holed up in the house with conversations like, "mommy, i'm hungry." "Oh yeah, its 1pm, you must be hungry. Would you like a turkey sandwich?" "sure," says the four year old.

I have solved a least a portion of my need for people by realizing that going to the coffee shop fulfills at least a portion of that need. This is puzzling at least for a few reasons, I hang out with folks twice my age, and have conditioned myself to seek out retired folk for company. But the other reason is because i live with 7 other people most months of the year. Granted, most of them are at school and work during the day, and into the evening, but i would say connection is sporadic and unpredictable. We function full speed ahead during the week, pausing for brief conversations throughout the evening, but in general my antennae is up for finding Meaning in my day. On occasion, I am overstimulated with company, delicious conversation, and work fulfillment, and it is during those times that i am thankful for the retreat of my home and withdraw for a while. Then the cycle continues.

And then, in the dead of winter, i realize that SUN makes me happy, too. Good thing I live in California, but Florida or Arizona could possibly be better for my mood. Too much rain here. IN CALIFORNIA! Am i a princess?

My family is well-aware that mom's primary 'love language' is Quality Time. And people seem the best way to fulfill that need. So People I seek to be around. Am i so different than other people people?

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