Sanctuary

My home is not my castle. It is my sanctuary. It is my little safe place tucked away from everybody else. It is my natural habitat.


I don't mind venturing out into the world. In fact I (usually) quite enjoy it. But after just so long I get overloaded, tired, and cranky. Even doing something I like, with people I like, when I'm done, I'm done. I need to go home to my quiet abode and recharge.


I don't mind entertaining either. I quite enjoy having friends over, whether it's a chaotic group with lots going on or a quiet just chilling night.

I don't know why prolonged exposure to groups drains me so. But it do. At the end I need to come home to my sanctuary and decompress. If it was a particularly stressful event, it can take days to recharge.

Am I just meant to be a hermit? Or if I thrust myself into a much more socially active lifestyle, will I adjust? Or is it just in my blood? My mother is much the same way...