Escape

Where do you go to escape?

As a child, I grabbed a book, a notebook and a pencil, then escaped to a nesting spot in my yard or home. The more secluded, the better.


I nested under the willow trees in our backyard. Their draped branches created a sun-dappled canopy just perfect for reading. I nested in my brothers closet, where a heating duct created a comfortable seat for a small girl. As an older child, I spent hours in my room, daydreaming, writing, reading.

I'm a true introvert. Though I'm friendly and, I hope, socially gracious, I gain energy from the time I spend alone. When I need restoration or regeneration, I escape to comfort, either in my home or in my head. I sneak away with my thoughts.


Extroverts, on the other hand, escape to the company of others. When they need regeneraion, they find it with people. Oh, how I admire extroverts! They're always ready for a gathering, be it a backyard barbeque or a coffee shop one-on-one.

How about you, reader? When you need escape, do you want a crowd, or alone-time? Are you a classic introvert or extrovert, or do you have facets of both?