I have a wife and kids an a beautiful house out in the redwoods. We both work from home. I put on shoes and leave home weekly. Previously, I lived in a city and

I have a wife and kids an a beautiful house out in the redwoods. We both work from home. I put on shoes and leave home weekly. Previously, I lived in a city and worked in a production line. I'm not sure I had many social skills in the first place, but I've found that I went from wishing everyone would go away to actually asking people to come visit. I miss co-workers, but the most surprising thing I found was that my personal bubble is about a hundred feet around. My previous antisocial nature was less about too many personal interactions than just feeling the pressure of humanity, even if they were just driving by outside the house. Whenever I've been in a big city, I find myself seeking out alleyways or anywhere that doesn't have anyone near it. I'm always surprised that no matter how I seek out the most undesirable corner, there's always someone there. Clearly I'm not the only one who feels this way, but I'm not sure how many come to this realization about large personal space, since for me it took months of isolation to really get it. I certainly haven't lost the ability to interact positively with others, but without recent shared history, conversations can be hard to maintain unless I find a subject of solid mutual interest.