Away from home…
December 27, 2010
I am at heart a home-body. More than that I am a home-body from a family of home-bodies.
But I love my family. I do. I just wish I could teleport in for dinner and then go home.
Instead I drive in, spend a day or two, eat amazing meals, catch up with family… and sleep in a bed that isn’t mine… which is never really fun. And then happily I head home to my beloved little warren of happiness and joy.
People ask why I don’t go home more often. I think they think that by not visiting I am saying that I don’t love my family. Which is absolutely not true.
I just want to sleep in my own bed.
Is that really so wrong?
Night… from farther away than usual.