Not a Homebody


I’ve never really been a homebody. The majority of my thoughts of home are more connected with intense FOMO and a desire to be anywhere else.

Until recently. The last several weeks and months and years have been really… busy. I know that’s a copout word, but lounging at home doing nothing, that has been a rarity at best. And I can see why people like it.

Homebodies are homebodies because being at home is nice. I’ve failed to see or understand my whole life. I’ve only realized it because I’m home so little.

It’s strange for home to feel like a treat I only get once in a while.

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