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Comfort is subjective. Every person’s definition of comfort is as varied as their personality. Some seek refuge in consistency; going to the same gas station, ordering the same thing for lunch, or going to bed at the same time every night. Others prefer to have chaos swirling around them at all times. These human tornadoes feel most like themselves when life never settles; a vortex of vitality. Before I moved into “The Dojo” (As our now infamous domicile has been christened), I was stuck in a routine. Wake up, eat, work, t.v., sleep. It was a life of unfulfilled dreams and limited expectations. Part of moving to Tennessee was to escape routine, and I did in spades. Living with my brother Adam and his best friend Micah (Also a native of my hometown) showed me a whole new type of existence. You see, I never had the “College Experience” that most parents throw two hundred grand down the toilet for to let their kids find themselves. Being around my peers was a rude awakening that I did not expect, mainly due to my new found lack of privacy. No aspect of my life was hidden from the ever prying glares and taunts of my fellow roommates. If I had the money to move back home within the first month, I would have. As time went by, I realized that this brand of open dialogue was not intended to hurt me, rather, to strengthen my character. As a proud introvert, I was able to expand from being socially awkward to a show stealer. Three years of “On the job” training in being social have not only salvaged my parent’s savings account, but shown me that the best way to learn about people is simply; to live with them.

AMT