Everyone who knows me, knows what a homebody I am (it goes hand in hand with that whole not-a-wild-thing of yesterday). Snug as a bug in a rug is my motto and would be featured prominently on my family crest if I had one.
I do not enjoy extensive travel – my favorite part of any trip is coming home. Weekend jaunts are okay – and if I know I am leaving my house and poochies in good hands I actually do enjoy them. But for the most part, I am happy to stay home.
There is so much work involved in going away – arrangements to be made, clothes to pack, more arrangements to be made, weather to worry about, connections to worry about, planes to worry about, kids and dogs left at home to worry about. It is exhausting. And then the hotel mattress makes my back ache and sometimes ye olde system decides to go on strike until it is back in the comfort of its own bathroom. I wake up at ungodly hours on vacation – it’s 5:30 am and I’m wide awake. It’s a mess. I’m a mess.
Why not stay at home and read a great book, or see a great movie? go out to dinner, go into the city?? go to a friend’s house? take a walk on the beach, or on a trail? why go anywhere?
But how best to picture being a homebody? With lovely pictures of my house like Vicki? That would entail me getting up and firing up the camera, going about taking pictures and then transferring those pictures – and at the moment, I am snug as a bug in this chair. I realize that this could be viewed as a direct violation of the abc along.
In any case, I am happiest at home. And when I was visiting D#1 at college last weekend and saw this at the school’s bookstore, I knew I had to have it. Even Boar said, “You have to buy that”. Which if you knew Boar, you would know is like him speaking in tongues.
are you a homebody too?
home is where my ♥ is!
Oh I’m a total homebody. Because leaving the house means I need to shower, BUT I managed how many nights in your humble abode? If I can do it you can do it. When you coming?
After my first restless night in a bed other than my own, I’m usually okay. I almost always have fun when I’m off and away, and then wonder why I don’t do it more often, but my natural habitat is “home,” too. ; )
Me Too! I just love to be home, parked on my couch with the hubby and the hound all comfy cozy … knitting of course! While I totally appreciate our many world travelin’ friends and hearing all about their adventures, I am happy as a clam at high tide staying close to home.
Yes I am very much a homebody although we camp quite a bit. But my camper is also my home. I always thought growing up that I would travel to exotic places and do exotic things. When I did travel to Italy I was so uncomfortable walking on the street where no one was speaking English. Now I knew ahead of time that Italians speak Italian I can’t for the life of me figure out why I was so shocked and uncomfortable. I haven’t left the country since.
I’m a homebody although I do like getting away now and again. But then when I’m away I worry about the cat. Ya know?
I am a homebody. My family is who I want to be with. I do like to travel (with my family) – but we don’t travel alot.
Great “H” post!
I’m a homebody AND I love to travel. Once I’m actually travelling. The preps are awful.
LOL at the line about Boar speaking in tongues. LOL! xox Kay
That book looks so fun! I never realized how much of a homebody I truly was until I moved into my apartment alone last fall (I’ve always lived with other people in a real house), and I’ve been missing the feeling of being “home”! Luckily I’m really starting to turn this place into a home, too. It helps to have more stacks of books… hmm. :)
I used to feel Odd that I was a homebody! Thanks for giving us emancipation Annie! Didn’t know there were so many of us. xo