Homebody
I don’t know what got me thinking about this subject. Maybe the idea of travel and this suitcase. (Isn’t the name American Tourister the best?) The luggage was an event all by itself.
I don’t know what got me thinking about this subject. Maybe the idea of travel and this suitcase. (Isn’t the name American Tourister the best?) The luggage was an event all by itself.
It’s always been my favorite color. I remember joyfully coloring with the “Blue-green,” “Green-blue,” or the “Robin’s Egg Blue” interchangeably. The larger crayola sets that had them were like the…
I decided to use 365 as an excuse to take new photos of some of my sweaters for my Ravelry. The old ones were either taken with a poor camera…
I didn’t want to title this post, using the dreaded nest reference. You know the one. I don’t dread for it’s meaning, just the overused cliched nature. Also, I’m still…
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I'm a homebody myself and can completely relate. I grew up in a home with a lot of shouting, and breaking furniture and dishes, then grew up and married someone with the same characteristics. When I finally left that chaotic mess and met the husband I have now, I so appreciate having a peaceful married life. Some may say it's boring, but I know the real definition. Yeah, sometimes I wish I was more social, but it's just not me. And that's okay. I have learned to accept me for who I am. Sounds like you have, too. Have a good weekend!
Thank you, Gail. I'm so glad you've found the peaceful life you deserved. Creating that kind of home is a joy for you and a blessing to your husband. Also, our children need quiet time at home and to learn to amuse themselves and "be still" some to be healthy.