Hermit or Recluse?

I’ve been having this internal debate for a few weeks now. I’m trying to decide if I’ve turned into more of a hermit or a recluse 😆😆.

I mean it was bad enough when I lived by myself on 160 acres during a pandemic. But now that I’ve moved into to town, the habits from country living as well as pandemic living have become ingrained into my DNA. Add to that soaring gas prices and soaring temperatures (not to mention humidity 🥵) who would want to leave the house? Therefore, I seem to be returning to my “hide in the house” days 😬.

To be fair, I do try to get out every few days and accost strangers for conversation 😁. And I try to visit my horse when I can. It’s just hard when you don’t need to be anywhere specific and I’m not one to just roam around until something pops. And I’ve been trying to find some sort of a class to take that is not on-line, to no avail so far 🤷‍♀️. So, I roam around my house ghost like, avoiding all the things I should probably do (world class procrastinator here 🙋‍♀️).

Thankfully there are books – lots and lots of books 🥰.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I don’t hate my life and I don’t always hate my reclusive nature. But it is making me a little too sedentary and I don’t think it’s healthy to go days without talking to another soul. At least not for me, even if I’m an introvert by nature.

And if you’re wondering where I landed on the whole recluse/hermit debate, I think I’m more recluse than hermit as a hermit self isolates for religious reasons (according to the dictionary) and as we all know, religion is not my thing 😁. Although the definition of a recluse isn’t quite accurate because I don’t hide away to avoid people, I just don’t go out of my neighborhood without a purpose, if that makes any sense.

So, I’ll wait until the summer heat begins to ebb and maybe then I’ll start to foray out into the world again. But if anyone wants to come visit – the door is always open 🙃.