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The closer we get to leaving on vacation, the more I realize that even though I enjoy a change of scenery and some time away with the family, there's nothing I hold dearer to my heart, than my home.
I'm such a homebody, no really, I am, I don't think I could be away from home for too long and I'm not one to go out all the time. Actually, come to think of it, given the choice between going somewhere and staying at home, I'll always pick Home.
Home is definitely where the heart is, my heart, my soul. It's where I feel centered and relaxed, safe and comfortable.
I've slowly grown to realize that over the years, I vividly remember before being married, I was constantly out either with friends or working or partying or going to clubs. I remember coming home some nights and laying in bed not even bothering to remove my eye make up, and as I lay there my ears were still zinging with the sounds of the night club and at the time I thought "oh this is just wonderful, I feel content."
My my, how times change. Nowadays I feel content when I have a covered bowl of rising dough to make bread or I walk outside to grab the clothes from the clothesline. Such a different kind of contentment too, I feel so much more rewarded than in my younger nutty days.
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I think what's also been making me really appreciate what I have is that I'm watching Little House on the Prairie. I'm loving it, not that I never watched it before but it was such a long time ago and I just started receiving the first discs from Netflix. I've watched the first 4 episodes and it struck me how much I long for simpler times.
It's no secret to you all, I've talked about it so many times before.
Watching the Ingalls make a home, their simple decorations and furniture, the way they take such pride of every single belonging they have and how hard they work. Makes me think that sometimes in this technologically advanced period in which we life, we just take things for granted and even worse, we don't even realize just how good we have it.
Unfortunately I also think that having all these things at our disposal only makes us lazier. Now don't go getting all huffy puffy about what I just said, I'm talking about me personally, my feelings and my views. Everyone feels differently.
But yes, home.....Home Sweet Home. The heart of our family, the place we come to when we're sick, when we're sad, when we want to shut out the world and enjoy every second of being with the family.
I don't know, I just love being a homebody, knowing that all the work I do daily is contributing to a happy healthy family.
Isn't that the best feeling in the world?