Staying at home is the new going out.
(When you can’t be bothered to leave home)
It’s not the potential company.
I love spending time with my friends and family. Conversation is a really great thing and I love talking about all kinds of different stuff.
It’s not the options.
There are loads of restaurants I haven’t tried, and loads of them that I have tried and would happily try again.
There are new exhibitions at the art gallery and museum that I’d love to see. The cinema is filled with an alarmingly vast choice of underwhelming films, though I’m sure I could find one I’d like to see if I needed to. Bowling is fun. Shopping is hellish but there is always salvation in a quiet hour at the bookstore. We could take the kids to paint pots, while we drink coffee. Actually when it comes to the kids there are an abundance of noisy, sweaty play places that the kids would love – running and jumping around like lunatics until they are bright red and sweaty.
Okay so we live in England and the weather can sometimes limit your outdoor opportunities but more often than not there’s a window of opportunity to get out for a bit. The kids’ bikes have been gathering dust in the porch since Summer and they would love to get out and ride them. There are loads of great parks within ten miles of home, and though I am admittedly bored stiff of wandering around the same old parks, the kids still love them and an ice-cream is never uncalled for.
There are dozens of towns and villages within a hundred miles of here, all rich in history and tradition and full of great things to see, do or eat.
There is literally so much to do it’s unbelievable.
But you know what?
All I want to do is stay home. I’m not being anti-social. I’m not feeling sorry for myself. I’m not agoraphobic. I’m not trying to save money. I’m dressed and showered and could go anywhere but I just want to stay in.
None of the options you are throwing at me sound interesting today. In fact they all sound really unappealing and the pressure to choose one is positively reaffirming my decision to remain indoors.
I’ve had a busy week at work, and I’ve got a lot on my mind. I’m kind of tired. It is cold outside, it’s really cosy and warm inside. There’s loads of stuff on television to catch up on. We’ve got a fridge full of good, wholesome food. I’ve got a pile of books I promised myself I’d read when I got some spare time. I’ve got cupboards filled with rubbish that I promised I’d de-clutter, and I know it will feel great when they are finally tidy.
Most of all though, I just want to embrace the simple beauty of going nowhere. The freedom to not have to choose, to not have to think, to just have time to kill and no expectations of what to do with it.
Paul McCartney describes it so well in the song You Never Give Me Your Money from The Beatles’ Abbey Road album,
But oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go.
There is something very special and freeing in taking the pressure off having to always be doing something or to be going somewhere. No commitments, no plans, no schedules, just simply being. We are human beings after all not human doings.
And hey, who doesn’t love a duvet day once in a while?
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