It’s like what a Tik Toker said recently. “ I’m for the sheets, not these streets!”

In all seriousness, I felt like you were writing my life. No lie! Even though I am married, my husband does kind of understand my introversion. Sometimes when he mentions about traveling or us going to family for holidays, I literally feel my heart drop because I understand his temperament is fundamentally different from mine. He’s more centroverted, I think. So, he has some introversion(maybe I influenced him?)

As far as homelessness, we know how it feels to sleep under other’s roofs in their living rooms or have family members be cold and callous when we needed them most. We even lived with groups of families and never again do I wish to return to that. Home is hearth. Home is healing… I prefer Netflix, good food or a book. Is that too much for people like us to ask?