I got a random message earlier this month from a person I don't know inviting me over to their house the following day. This is how stories about people getting murdered start.
The invitation was for a NaNoWriMo write-in. That's where people meet under the guise of working on their novels when it's really just an excuse to eat snacks and gossip.
As a natural introvert, it goes against my nature to agree to things like this. But I'm also fairly alone in a town where I know a very limited number of people. I'm alone to the point that when I go to the doctor, I struggle with who to put down for an emergency contact. I had to put my boss down, since she's the reason I had to move here and probably the most relevant person to contact since she expects me to show up for work on time. (As an aside, I don't want to know what sort of things could happen during a pap smear that require me to list an emergency contact, and I'm afraid to find out.) So, against all my natural inclinations, I took a chance and accepted an invite to a random strangers house.
And you know what happened? It was a lot of fun! She turned out to me an amazing host who had these adorable gift bags for us that included tissues for when our writing doesn't go as planned and hair ties for when you gotta just pull back your hair and get to work. And coasters. Coasters are key, because if you don't have a beverage nearby when writing you're not human.
It was actually nice to make some friends. In this town, everyone I know is either through work or through my ex-boyfriend, so breaking into a new social circle was refreshing.
It just goes to show that sometimes it's worth it to get out of your comfort zone.
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