She's away to an arts and crafts evening on her own to socialise with strangers in the hopes of making some friends. I feel anxious on her behalf - she's the kindest person I've ever met and she's shy. She's pushing herself by doing this. I'm proud of her and I hope she feels good about it after.
I'm sitting in the house waiting for some acquaintances who are staying the night. I need to clean up the kitchen. I'd rather have the night to ourselves and welcome her home and hear about how it went. Instead we have to entertain.
The duality of it.