Homebodies

When we are teenagers all we want to do is get as far away from home and our parents as we possibly can. We want a car, we want a social life, and we want money so we can go out for coffee or to the movies or bowling or anything else that might occupy our time away from our home. Okay, maybe not every teenager is like this, but the majority at least are. I know I was! I loved being at work for hours at a time or at some activity with the youth group as long as I didn't have to go home in time for anything but going to bed. I couldn't wait to get out and go far, far away for school because THEN (I told myself) I would be free and as happy as can be. It wasn't that home was a bad place or anything like that. In fact, home wasn't bad at all! I just wanted an adventure.

It's safe to say that now that I've had my adventure...I'm a homebody. Especially since we got married! Granted "home" isn't where it used to be. What I considered "home" when I was younger was the place where I lived with my parents. That has changed. Now, "home" is where I live with my husband. It's OUR home and it's not even in the same state that home used to be. I used to think the saying "home is where the heart is" was about as cheesy as phrases come, but now I believe it's true. It doesn't matter where or what state you call home, it's what and who is there to share it with you. Home is also a haven...a safe place where there aren't many outside pressures. Yes, you've got your bills to pay, and your cell phone customer service issues to resolve over the phone but at least you are home.

So I guess all this ranting is just because I am home. It's taken a while for this to actually become home, but now...it is. And for now...this works.