“I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.” – Maya Angelou
After any kind of day, whether it was stressful or wonderful, when I finally get home, a wave of relief pours over me. I don’t have one of those apartments you’ll find in any fancy interior design magazine. We’ve got $5 blinds, chipped dishes, no table chairs and a sofa we both have grown to despise. My point being that aesthetics have little to do with it. It’s a feeling. A kind of safe, untouchable feeling.
I like to be a homebody. When feasible, there’s one day out of the week, that I absolutely must be home all day. Small errands are allowed like grocery shopping and things around the neighborhood, but for the most part, I’m home. It’s the most relaxed I am all week. And I need it because I believe that it has a restorative effect, like sleep.
“My home…It is my retreat and resting place from wars, I try to keep this corner as a haven against the tempest outside, as I do another corner in my soul.“ – Michel Eyquem De Montaigne