On Being a Homebody

Really, to me there ISN’T any place like home. When it starts getting dusky outside in the evenings, I like to be at home. I want my family at home with me.

When it comes time to fly away and go visiting I start having “home” withdrawals several weeks in advance. I often feel queasy when I even think about leaving and then I start having traveling nightmares.

I prefer to be with what is familiar…with those I love.

Today I am taking a day off and going down to see Dolly Parton’s Dixie Stampede show in Branson. It makes me nervous to be away from my husband. He is staying at home. Plus, I keep thinking of all the things I could be doing at home instead of going off and enjoying an adventure.

Not that I am opposed to having adventures. After all, I DID up and travel to Malaysia by myself several years ago. Well, my friend met me there, but still it was rather nerve-wracking.

And I DID pack up and leave my whole life back in Oregon on a one way ticket out here to Missouri.

But, all in all, when the chickens come home to roost and the cows come to the barn for milking, I prefer to be at home, too.

Comments

jel said…
I love been a homebody :)
November 12, 2011 at 2:37 PM
Frau Guten Tag said…
While I do enjoy going for an adventure "occasionally" I never like to do it without my hubby. I consider myself a homenodt too
November 12, 2011 at 2:52 PM
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