I am not ashamed to admit it.
I am a homebody. I love nothing more than to be at home.
It’s not that I’m anti-social. I love my friends and time with them. But if plans get cancelled or if I have a day that I have nowhere to go, I’m a happy girl.
I love getting to stay in, read a book, organize a cabinet, drink some coffee and write, or sit on the couch and watch meaningless Bravo TV shows. I like being with me. I don’t mind being alone. I actually crave “me” time.
Sure, it’s not for everyone. I have a lot of friends that would much rather travel around, go out with friends and make plans to be social rather than stay at home. They hate being at home. It bores them. They need to have things outside of the house to go to and do.
That’s not me, I guess.
There’s a quote that says, “home is where the heart is”. That’s exactly where this homebody’s heart is–at home.
And I wouldn’t change a thing about being a homebody.