I took the elevator up 20 floors, stepped out, and opened the door to the AirBnb where a friend and I would be staying for the next two days. Our host greeted us as he walked toward the door from the kitchen.
“Hi! Glad you’re here,” he said.
“Thanks,” I replied. “Welcome!”
Wait, what? Did I just say, “Welcome,” to our host inside his own apartment? Yes, I did. So weird.
I was embarrassed and laughed. “Why did I say that to you?” We all laughed.
I like the Enneagram. It’s a personality profile that types people according to their primary motivations. In addition to the 9 primary types, there are subtypes too. My subtype is called “The Host.”
So I guess I just went on autopilot. Or my mirror neurons did something strange right as he was welcoming us. Either way, that was a weird, on brand welcome wagon moment from me.
–Renee Roederer
Smuggling Grace 