Balls of steel.

That was a somewhat inappropriate post title. I'm sorry, but not sorry enough to change it.

So, I used to be really terrible about asking people for favors. I absolutely hated calling people when I wasn't 100% sure they'd know who I was and be happy to hear from me, much less ask for anything from them. I even hated calling stores or places where it was the person's job to answer my questions or help me out. It would totally paralyze me and I would get really angry when my mom forced me to call a relative or one of her friends instead of doing it for me.

Thankfully, I seem to have recently gotten over that affliction and have become quite comfortable shooting off emails to acquaintances and family friends all over the east coast looking for a place to stay until summer training begins. So far it actually isn't going that well, which briefly shook my confidence, but it's only because everybody is simultaneously renovating (don't worry, I'm not so paranoid as to believe it's a conspiracy) and so can't host me. I'm going for broke, though. Maybe now would be a good time to start thinking of hostess gifts?