Home
I love coming home. Always. Even if I’ve been doing something really, really nice, or visiting somewhere really exciting. I always open the door and let out a big sigh and just feel glad.
Home. Where I can be me. Where I have my stuff and can do my things and where I always feel safe and cosy and contented.
I admit that I’m not all that wild about the unpacking or the laundry mountain or the sudden chaos that always prevails when we come back from holidays. I could do without having to rush straight out to pick up the cat and hit the supermarket.
But once those essentials are taken care of and I can close the door in the knowledge that come hell or high water I will not have to cross the threshold again today, I can more than deal with the mess.
I like to take things slow and get myself back into the swing of things. Light a fire, put on some candles, contemplate a simple, late dinner….. I even feel a modicum of pleasure at the prospect of cooking after a week of eating way, way too much in restaurants. Scrambled eggs on toast sounds like a real treat. Flannel pjs and a cup of tea. No make-up. An early night after a nice bath and a little read of my book.
Sleeping in my own bed.
Can anyone better that?
Helen
February 23rd, 2013 at 7:42 pm
Nope, can’t better that. Though I would like to try that, first by having the holiday away. š
February 23rd, 2013 at 7:54 pm
Agreed! Although I don’t usually get around to the candles bit. But once I have a cup of tea (out of one of MY cups!) I am happy. And I am also a flannel PJs fan – passionkillers as my husband calls them.
PS love the socks pattern from yesterday!
February 23rd, 2013 at 7:56 pm
there is nothing like sleeping in your own bed – I agree x
February 23rd, 2013 at 9:06 pm
Could I have a poached egg instead please? I’m not a fan of scrambled ;o)
February 23rd, 2013 at 10:04 pm
I think it is the journey home that always make me glad to be back through the door, because I am quite partial to not cooking, cleaning or making my own bed as much as possible!
February 23rd, 2013 at 11:06 pm
I always feel so unsettled when I come home, could easily just get in the car and travel again. But I do love my home!
February 24th, 2013 at 2:04 am
I can’t wait to be HOME!!! I know I can’t complain but really, home is best!
February 24th, 2013 at 10:06 am
I don’t need to better that – I feel equally and exactly the same š
February 24th, 2013 at 5:13 pm
Still got two weeks till I sleep in my own bed!
February 24th, 2013 at 5:37 pm
Totally with you Helen and no I can’t better that. Just the cleaning I hate. Welcome home – your plans for a slow evening sound lovely.
February 25th, 2013 at 1:32 am
That sounds like perfection to me. I slept on a couch last night looking after friends’ dogs and you have NO idea how much my own bed appeals right now!