Have I told y’all yet how much of a homebody I am? I mean, I’m a hardcore homebody if there ever was one.
After all the places I’ve been and all the countries I still want to see, my favorite place in the world most of the time is right here at home.
I love being in my quiet, calm, [occasionally] clean shelter from the world.
With my coffee.
And my cat.
And my boyfriend (when I want him around) ;).
My mom says that, as a baby, I loved to stay in my crib for a long time after I woke up, just relaxing and observing the people and things around me (and probably deciphering answers to the world’s problems). I loved being in my own space. As a kid, I loved vacations and summer camp and spending the night at friends’ houses, but I also couldn’t wait to get back home. As an adult, I love my weekend trips and staying with friends, but any time I’m away from home, I look forward to my return. What I’m trying to say is…. Home is the BEST.
When I’m having a bad day, or am in the middle of a marathon day of work, chores, errands, cooking, exercising, or whatever else the day might hold, there’s just nothing better than going home and falling into the comfy arms of my couch and coaxing my cat to lay with me (instead of attack me…she has a mean streak).
Basically, it’s my nature to yearn for the comfort of home, wherever it may be at the time.
I was talking about this with my mom the other day, and she said that we’re probably like this (homebodies) because when Kimberly and I were in middle school and high school, every single weekend we’d travel for softball and/or soccer tournaments—for the entire weekend. The moment we’d get back home, we’d finish up our homework and get ready for school the next day. We were all just bundles of energy and excitement back then! 🙂
Honesty time… I can be kind of spoiled sometimes. I’m not proud of it! But let’s be real. If I don’t get my fix of home time and alone time, I can get pretty grumpy. Just ask my poor boyfriend, or my best friends, or my family.
But God blessed me with patient, loving people in my life, and He blessed me with the roof over my head and the food in my fridge … and I couldn’t be more grateful.