I find wandering the Earth appealing, and I love to travel, but packing and leaving and being uprooted gives me shivers in a bad way.
I love my home.
The rooms that I have carefully planned and made comfortable, arranged in a functional and pleasing way, give me joy as I walk through them a hundred times a day.
I love my family.
When they are home, I get a peaceful, easy feeling.
Yeah. You’ve heard that before.
I love when we’re all home, not necessarily sharing or doing anything together, but just being together in our home – it centers me, makes me feel like I’m in the right place.
Today I realized that being at home with my family is the best feeling I can think of.
Especially when they’re all sleeping and out of my hair.
|I love them, but man, they can be needy.|