There are few things I hate more than having someone I don’t know at my house. Hell, even having people over that I know and like is difficult.

I used to think that something was wrong with me. That I was just being rude. Everyone else seemed to have all these gatherings and I just can not, not at my house.

But it’s just who I am. My house is my safe zone and I’ve worked for years to make it that. That’s alright.

Don’t let others degrade you because you enjoy your personal space. Boundaries don’t make you a bad person.

Oh, and I have had gatherings here but it’s something I plan meticulously for. My house is spotless, I have a general itinerary planned, and a semi-firm end time. Even then it’s somethong I can only manage 2-3 times a year.

Surprise! I came by to see you!

“Yes, what a surprise that you didn’t call ahead. So where are you staying?”

Here? I drove for 4 hours? I’m your brother?

“Yeah, shame innit... the Super 8 has rooms! I’ll call on ahead for you!”