H is for Home

This wasn’t the post I planned to write today, but sometimes it’s best to go off-script.

Today, for just this morning, I’m home and I’m alone and it’s quiet and it’s wonderful.

I’ve just polished off a bowl of homemade popcorn and a glass of sweet tea — yes, at eight o’clock in the morning. My body and my brain probably think this is appropriate because it feels like two in the afternoon. You see, I’m home for just a few brief hours after arriving home last night from eleven days of vacation out of the country. (More on that tomorrow.) After I hit “publish” on this post, I’ll go unpack and then repack so I can go into work, catch up on emails, and then hit the road to do some training in another city.

As much as I love adventure and I love the road and I love traveling (and I really love vacation), there is nothing like home when you don’t see it for a while. My traveling tends to come in bursts; it seems like when I’m traveling the most for pleasure, I’m also traveling a bunch for work, too. It’s both exhilarating and exhausting.

But back to home. Home is something I’ll always need and crave, no matter how much I’m away from it. I need quiet mornings where all I can hear is the hum of the refrigerator and the chirping of birds outside the window. The loud evening thunderstorm I heard last night that kept me from sleep but comforted me anyway, and the glass of ice cold sweet tea, and the homemade fresh-popped popcorn are things that remind me that I have a place that I come from, something that anchors me no matter how much I’m away. As an introvert, I especially need some moments where it’s just me, myself, and I and I’m in a restful place where I’m refreshed. And that’s what home is.

Today, H is for home. Welcome home to me, if only for a few hours.

And if you’re curious where I’ve been, stay tuned for tommorow. Here’s a hint: it starts with ‘I.’

Do you love to be home? What’s your favorite at-home ritual?



7 thoughts on “H is for Home

  1. Oh dear, I absolutely LOVE being at home. In fact I’ve messed up my reputation with mama and my sister by always opting to not go out and stay back; they think I never want to leave that sofa for the rest of my life. Haha! That’s not true though, I actually do lots when I am at home including a lot of the cleaning and craftsy stuff I blog about, which brings me to mentioning blogging … when I’m at home I get to blog my heart out which is so comforting.
    You’re right, there is no place like home 🙂
    Welcome home to you and have a safe and happy travel when you leave next 🙂

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    1. Thanks, Sara! And I’m a weird paradox of an introverted homebody who adores traveling. So I spend a lot of time away from home, and all that time away makes me love home even more. And yet I’ll keep leaving it to see places. And appreciate home that much more when I return. And at the end of the day, home is a very happy place to be.

      And thanks! I’m writing back to you from a hotel room — a far cry from my couch, but a pretty comfy bed, I must say. Oh, work travel. Not as glamorous as it looks, but not bad, either!


  2. Visiting/following from the #AtoZChallenge minion group AJ’s wHooligans!

    We kind of have a family ‘coming home’ ritual. We currently have 6 dogs and live in a rural area. While we are away it is safer to keep them in the house as the street has quite a bit of traffic sometimes. So, when we get home the dogs are demonstrably happy to see us. We always ‘fight’ about who opens the door, because if that person is not quick enough s/he could end up under a pile of dogs! :O)


  3. Love this post! I can be kind of a homebody too. Even though I’m extroverted, I can get overstimulated in the “outside world” and just need some time at home to chill.

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