The Great Homecoming: Introvert Edition
The second I step through the door, my vibe instantly shifts. Whatever version of me existed out there in the world—layered up, braving the cold, battling the wind, and trying to look somewhat presentable—disappears. The first thing to go? The extra layers. It’s freaking freezing outside, and I’ve been bundled up like a human burrito all day. 🥶🌬️ The scarf? Unwrapped. The coat? Tossed. The hoodie underneath that? Maybe peeled off, depending on how the indoor thermostat feels about cooperating. I’m over here looking like I’m unpacking for a weeklong trip, but really, it’s just the chaos of trying to survive winter. And don’t even get me started on my fingers that are still thawing out from the wind’s personal vendetta against my happiness. 💨 But the next battle is the jeans. Oh, the dreaded jeans. After a long day of wearing what I can only describe as leg prisons, they’ve got to go. Awkward shimmy, a tug here, a wiggle there, and—finally—I’m free! They land ...