About Home
So I like home.

I don't know if it's a byproduct of having lived in the same house all my life, but I really, REALLY like home. It's my WarmSafeComfort place. If I'm not feeling well, or if I'm tired, or if I'm having a horrible day - if I'm any of these things and I'm out somewhere, my thoughts aren't "let's take a Tylenol," or "let's sit in a quiet room for a while"; I just want to Go Home. Go Home has somehow become my Fix It place; When I'm not feeling well, just the idea that I'm going home is a relief, and I start to feel better. (I've learned that this doesn't mean I can turn around and go back to what I was doing - because like clockwork, my misery returns. If I feel better when I'm on my way home, so be it. That's because some weird part of me feels better at home.)

I went home early today, and you know what? It felt really good to do. I am tired, and possibly trying to fight off a cold, but I am Home Now, so I know that I can sleep in my own bed, eat ice cream to soothe a scratchy throat, and take a bath if I feel like my insides are too warm and my outsides too cold.

Life is good.