{"id":1631,"date":"2013-09-23T06:07:26","date_gmt":"2013-09-23T13:07:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/michellejolin.com\/wordpress\/?p=1631"},"modified":"2013-09-22T21:09:17","modified_gmt":"2013-09-23T04:09:17","slug":"what-makes-you-welcome","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/michellejolin.com\/?p=1631","title":{"rendered":"Where everybody knows your name"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>Once again&#8230;welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211;Bram Stoker\/Dracula<\/p>\n<p>Home &#8211; is where I want to be<br \/>\nBut I guess I&#8217;m already there<br \/>\nI come home &#8211; -she lifted up her wings<br \/>\nGuess that this must be the place<\/p>\n<p>&#8211;Talking Heads\/This Must Be The Place<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>One of the most important parts of feeling welcome in a place is how you are greeted. There are a lot of other things that go into a continued feeling of welcome, but the greeting sets the tone. Having someone greet me with a name no one else uses always makes me feel special.<\/p>\n<p>When I was a little kid, the neighbor across the street would always greet me with &#8220;hey Chevelle, go on in the house and have a beer. &#8221;\u00a0 Not a typical greeting from an adult to a 7 year old girl, perhaps, but it always made me feel like I was part of the family. No, they didn&#8217;t really let me have beer. He drove a Chevy Chevelle that he was always working on, and he loved that car, so I knew that if he called me Chevelle he must like me. He was kind of a big tough guy, so it made it less scary for me to be there. Things are very simple when you are 7.<\/p>\n<p>Another friend&#8217;s dad would always greet me with &#8220;Meeeshell!&#8221; and\u00a0 a big dopey smile when I came to their house. It always made me smile right back.\u00a0 I don&#8217;t know if it was the dopey grin or that he had his own personal name for me that made me feel so special. Both, I guess.<\/p>\n<p>Nicknames tend to make me feel like a person cares enough about me to think I deserve a name that&#8217;s just for me. Maybe it really just means they can&#8217;t remember my name at all.<\/p>\n<p>I choose to believe it&#8217;s the former.<\/p>\n<p>In addition to Chevelle and MeeeShell!, at various points in my life I&#8217;ve been called Shelly, Shellyshel, MJ, Jolin, Mici, Miche, Micia, Mici-elle, Mishishell, Mishelly, Michou, Michelle-ina, Michelina, Micetta and Michette. Until this very second, I had no idea I&#8217;d been called so many variants of my name. I don&#8217;t think of myself as a nickname person, but seeing this list is making me reconsider! Of course, Italians and French people are responsible for a lot of those names, and they&#8217;re sort of culturally prone to nicknames.<\/p>\n<p>Oddly, I&#8217;m not overly\u00a0 fond of normal terms of endearment. I don&#8217;t mind if friends call me sugar or sweetie, but I&#8217;m not thrilled about it from lovers. A guy I was dating used to call me &#8220;dear&#8221; and I made him stop because I kept thinking he&#8217;d forgotten my name. Which, in retrospect, could have easily been the case.\u00a0 Another exception for the Italians&#8211;they can call me tesoro or amore any time. Well, you know, if I&#8217;m ever single again.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Actually, you know what?<\/p>\n<p>If I&#8217;m single, and you&#8217;re a single Central\/Northern Italian, you can call me pretty much anything you want and I&#8217;ll feel very&#8230;welcome.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I\u00a0 might even bat my new false eyelashes at you.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Once again&#8230;welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring. &#8211;Bram Stoker\/Dracula Home &#8211; is where I want to be But I guess I&#8217;m already there I come home &#8211; -she lifted up her wings Guess that this must be the place &#8211;Talking Heads\/This Must Be The Place &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/michellejolin.com\/?p=1631\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Where everybody knows your name<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1631","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-words"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7lr3R-qj","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":5077,"url":"https:\/\/michellejolin.com\/?p=5077","url_meta":{"origin":1631,"position":0},"title":"Transformational butterfly voodoo bullshit","author":"Michelle","date":"May 18, 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"Caterpillar. 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