With the days getting colder, I am thankful for the hot water in my building. Nothing beats coming home from work to a steamy shower.
I love my Mom. She is crazy, the crazy that rubs off onto me but love her to pieces. I took the long way home from work today and gave her a call. The snow outside the train windows was as pretty as her smile. Thanks, Mom.
This year I have realized that there is no shame in being a homebody.
I’ve lived in four different “homes” throughout my adult life. The first three hardly ever had me physically in them, enjoying them. I found every good reason there was to leave them and to be somewhere else (unless I was hungover).
But this home -home number four- is my home-home.
When I leave my home now, I feel like tiny pieces of me stay behind. I’m never quite as complete until I’m heading north on the red line to Bryn Mawr.
My home is now an Our home. And Our home feels great.
I am thankful this picture exists on the internet.