I, among the most affiliative of women, am about to leave my hometown of the last 33 years and venture into new territory. The part of me that's a Homebody is just going to have to sit back in a comfortable chair in another room and eat a chocolate chip cookie while the "Let's sink my teeth into this adventure!" part carries the day for now.

This is great fun, but I can tell I'm under stress because I observe myself working at half-speed when double-speed would be more appropriate. I'm likely to be sorry that some things will remain undone until I'm back in town in a month -- or even longer -- but that's too darn bad. I well know my imperfections, and I'm well practiced at rationalizing them.

Tomorrow is the 8-hour drive to my new home. My Introvert will enjoy seeing new places and listening to good music in the car. I went to our local Christian book store to shop for new music, but in the absence of a specific recommendation from my daughters the music queens, I decided to postpone and stick with what I have.

My Extravert will probably spend 5 of the 8 hours running up my cell phone bill.

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