I have a curious case of Homebody-ness. I love my Home above all things. When everybody is dressing up to go for a night out, I chose to stay at home and “just chill”. Interestingly enough I have moved so many times in the past 15 years, that I have even lost count of how many homes I have had.
When I was a student I lived in a dorm, then shared an apartment with other students, then moved back to dorm and then lived with a wonderful Greek lady as her paying guest. Then as soon as I got a job I rented an apartment but changed my jobs and cities several times each time moving into a new location close to work.
Finally, after 15 years of leading a gypsy life, I now own a small but comfortable home with my husband and dog. Yet, no matter where I may have lived; be it a room small enough to be a closet or my own house; each of the dorm room/home share/apartments have been HOME to me.
Today, when I reach home, my heart flutters for joy not just seeing the welcoming comforts of my home but my husband and my little dog Ziggy. Ziggy bounces around me as soon as I reach home, until he has my full attention for the next few minutes. And it just makes me feel so special.
If you were to ask 5 things that make my home mine, they would be:
- My hubbie – self explanatory
- My dog Ziggy – see above
- My kitchen – I love to cook and love to decorate my kitchen and it’s well lighted box window with small pieces of Art. When I reach home I stand there for a few minutes enjoying a snack or rummaging the refrigerator looking for dinner inspiration.
- My couch – My couch and I have a love and hate relationship. I hate that I love it so much. I have wasted countless evenings and weekends just sitting on it doing nothing but flipping channels. It’s quite sad really. But truth be told it feels awesome to be able to do just that!
- My jammies – Reaching home really means donning my jammies. Nothing says comfort better than a pair of well worn pyjamas. It tells you, you are home.
Of course I love my home and its rooms, its walls decorated with memories and family photos. But above all home would not be home without my homies! God bless!
7 thoughts on “Home is where the Homies are…”
Thank you 🙂
I, too, am a Homey. My recent (past few years) circumstances have made me more so. Nothing like the prospect of being homeless to make you value your own space, no matter how humble. 🙂
Yes, the cow hath its tail until lost! We often don’t respect what we have until we lose it. And not having a home is one of the worst things that can happen. I suppose next only to losing a loved one, or health.
Is this a picture of your home? I love it!! Looks like a cozy nest. http://judydykstrabrown.com/2015/09/21/what-makes-my-house-a-home/
Actually No… it is not. But yes it is pretty.
I love my home too…. thus the name of my blog! Diane