Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Confessional Tuesday on Wednesday

I love being home.

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.

2 comments: