Leaving my house has me somewhat apprehensive.
I like staying home. Lounging in my own bed. Making tea in the morning. The familiarity of the Clover Market. Walking into Atomic and having a Guinness poured for me without saying a word. It’s all very comfortable and familiar.
Don’t get me wrong–I’m looking forward to waking up every morning and realizing that I don’t have to go anywhere.
It’s just that I’m in that “comfort zone.” The one I’m loathe to leave.
Bah–I’m sure all of this will dissipate once I’m on the road with my travel partner.