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. |
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Amen, sister!
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