Hello.

Hello.

My name is Jen.  Jennifer Willow Airhart.  The friend I had when I was even more little than I am now called me Jen Air.

I live in a lighthouse on top of a hill.  The story of why there is a lighthouse on top of a hill located miles inland is a long one that I feel would be too much of a diversion right now.  It belongs to my aunt and uncle, who took care of me after my parents left.

Because of them, I don’t really have to worry about money very much, so I’m free to stay at home and pursue my own interests.  I designed and built my own computer to meet my personal needs.  I tried to make him a body once, but then he made a hole in the wall and scared off some of the mice, which didn’t make the owl or the bats very happy, so I had to turn him off.  I’m still working on it.  I also have my own observatory, and grow things in my cave.  Not those sorts of things… I mean experiments.
But the doctor who visits me sometimes says I’d be happier if I was more social.  I wasn’t aware I was unhappy, but she insists I must be since I’m alone all the time, apart from the owl, mice and bats.  So I suppose I just hadn’t noticed since I’m always busy.  Apparently, it is normal for a young woman to want to meet people and have relationships.  I did point out that I wasn’t normal, and that I have been to town and met people before and didn’t really like it very much.  She said I just had to meet the right people who shared my interests.  I asked where I could meet people who were interested in low-temperature quasi-zero-dimensional mesoscopic electron systems… and then she didn’t say anything.

But I agreed to try being more social.  So this is me trying.

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Jen Air: The Little Queen