bettybruises

It's amazing how much the place you live in can affect you.

As many of you know finding not only an apartment, but a place to stay in the meantime, was a massive stress factor for me.

In February, I came up here for a job interview. I went out that night with the friend I was staying with and met this awesome girl I hit it off with. She gave me her name and we hooked up on Facebook.
Then she and her husband opened up their home to me and my kitties.
I don't know her through derby, or SG. We have the single mutual friend from the bar and I don't think they are very close.

People amaze me sometimes.
The openness and kindness I have seen in less than a week here is dumb founding.

I forgot what that was like.
Trusting strangers.
Enough to open your home to them.

I'm learning to do that again.
For the first time in ages.

I have these closed off walls I have built, and quite frankly, they're dumb.
The people that have opened their home to me. Amazing.
My faith in humanity is slowly becoming restored.

This isn't to say that people in Southern California aren't wonderful or trustworthy. I built some wonderful friendships there. People like issue_ opened their homes to me on holidays where I had no where else to go.
But this.
Is a whole different level.

And it's really nice.
I can feel these walls and shells in me breaking down.
It's scary.
But a good scary.

I'm learning to trust strangers again.
And that's kind of wonderful.