I first ventured out for the adventure, and for a new experience. Now that I feel so much more confident, I enjoy it mostly for the freedom. At home I dread the unexpected visitor or the early arrival. Being "found out" is a constant worry. When I go out, I get away from my usual haunts and am not worried about encounters of that sort. I can enjoy being Geena without the concerns of "being seen."
One thing I discovered, though, is that I am not driven to get out for the sake of getting out. It's like I need a reason or a destination to do so. Over the winter I would go out to get something or (better yet) to meet with someone, and it was wonderful. I hope to do that again.
