Accepting change as an INFJ

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I had the opportunity to have not just one, but TWO conversations about personality types this week!  That was fabulous.  A lot of good things have happened this week.  We are settling in to the Clark residence, and starting to work out all the little things which have to be figured out when you suddenly move in with another couple and have to make your lives mesh.  I love having people around, and Justin and Christy are wonderful people, and I am already so enjoying having another woman to talk to and commiserate with!  But, as much as I love people, I am still an introvert, and I am still exhausted.  Right now I am actually alone in the house, just me and Buck, sitting in the super comfy chair I have claimed for my own, and it is a relief.
We are living in someone else's house, I am making dinner in someone else's kitchen.  I am trying to live with two people I don't know very well, and work for someone I don't know at all.  I am adjusting to a new place, and new roads, and new expectations, and new jargon, and it's a lot of new, and I am honestly doing so much better than I anticipated, but.....my BP was still higher than it has been in months, and I had to go meet my new boss and you could see my heartbeat through the two scarves I was wearing.  That's no joke.  However, I survived, I ate lunch, I even ordered food all on my own, I agreed with everything he said.....and then I tried to find my way home without using the GPS (I was feeling confident), and stop at Fred Meyer to get coke, a laundry hamper, and "some food".  I am not good at getting "some food".  It was a very stressed Rianna who wandered around trying to figure out how to buy food to cook dinner for people whose eating habits she did not fully understand.  It's like being a newlywed all over again.  Christy's trying to eat healthy, and so is Justin, but he wants meat and vegetables, and Jesse wants anything but vegetables, but everyone will eat whatever I cook, because they're polite, so I won't even really know if they like it or not!
Finally left Fred Meyer.
Got in the car and realized I had forgotten the coke and the hamper, which were the two things Jesse (who was locked out of the house because I had the keys) asked me to get.
Stopped at WalMart, made it out again, ran into my grandma in the parking lot!  Crazy.  And nice, but again, I'm socializing in the parking lot at WalMart, and Jesse's asking when I will be home, and wanting to talk about my job, and stress!
Long story short, I got home, talked to Jesse, both of us got upset, he talked to Justin, Justin talked to Christy, Justin talked to me, Christy came in and we had a family meeting, and by the end of the night, after everyone had talked to everyone, and I had cried more than was necessary, lo and behold it all worked out just fine!  But it took a lot of talking, and a lot of figuring, and a lot of remembering that my life is not my own, and everything I do now no longer affects just me, but also my husband and now these other people we have in our life as well.  Which is, well, stressful.
So there's one day in Bend down!  Go us!  The next morning I went to work.  The night before, of course, I was up half the night trying to figure out what to wear, because, obviously, that's the most important thing to be thinking about.  I got myself dressed in the morning (Jesse's comment: "you're wearing those shoes?"), and I went to work.  That was good.  I got there, I went inside, I sat down at my makeshift desk (meaning Bryan set up a computer and scanner for me on the other end of his desk), and started scanning stuff.  I can do that.  Yes!  It was remarkably quiet...we hardly talked, once we all settled into whatever we were doing, and at one point Bryan did this weird double take thing, because apparently my computer monitor was at just the right height to make it look like I was staring at him.  Which I wasn't.  Then Christy and I went to lunch while Bryan had a meeting, and I explained to her why I dislike making restaurant choices, and she explained to me why she avoids making restaurant choices.  We stopped by an art gallery, and went back to work.
Then Bryan had me do real work that was actually important and I messed it up and he was way too nice about it, and I have been beating myself up about it ever since.  I didn't sleep last night because I kept thinking about writing letters, and when I did sleep I dreamed about ruining people's lives by messing up legal paperwork.  But that's getting ahead on the stress timeline.  First we have to mention

that someone called Christy and invited them to dinner (Christy said "we have people living with us now, did you know that?" and "we haven't really discussed how the four of us are going to do things.  Do we have our own lives, or do we do things together?  Are we all expected to be home for dinner every night?").  Justin ended up accepting for all of us and we went straight from work to a busy restaurant with two more strangers, which is....stress.  I ate my ceasar salad in silence, and I felt as though I had been socializing all day long, but I hadn't!  I sat in near silence with two people, and it exhausted me.
I was so happy to get home, and put on my fuzzy pants, and curl up in the big round chair and finish watching Star Wars...I cannot tell you how much I was looking forward to that.  I kept looking at my phone thinking I wanted to text someone to tell them how introvert-exhausted I was, but I didn't want to have to carry on a conversation after that; just wanted to tell someone.
The boys were tinkering in the shop, so Christy and I ended up sitting in the living room and talking for an hour (at least) about everything and it was good.  It was just the right amount of socializing, and I was able to feed my introversion by being cuddled up in my PJ's, but still feel like I was being fed by having another person to actually talk to, who didn't expect small talk or witty comebacks.

All in all, thank heaven it's the weekend, and I have the house to myself and a comfy chair and sourdough bread rising on the woodstove, and I am truly blessed, no matter how stressed.