We leave for the in-laws' place in less than ten hours, and I can't go to sleep until I get the next load of laundry into the dryer. So I'm here. Trying to wind down at the end of a long day.
Part of me wants to just give up and go to sleep. The other part of me wants to enjoy the small amount of time I will get by myself in my own home before we head out.
I like spending time with family but after a couple days, I just want to go home. As welcoming as my in-laws are, and as lovely as their home is, there's something about sleeping in my own bed that makes coming home almost a relief.
Funny how that is. I feel the same when we spend time with my family, and I'm far more comfortable in my parents' house because, years ago, I used to live there. But even then, it's not exactly home anymore and so returning to our place feels better.
And this musing on "home" is now over. Laundry in dryer, I'm off to bed. Happy Christmas.
About Me
- Anna
- I finally finished an MA in linguistics in 2013 and recently embarked on the messy adventure that is parenthood. I like to write about language, books, crafts, religion and lack thereof, gender and sexuality, and parenting. Find me on Ravelry as Winnifred17 and on Craftster as Winnifred.
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"Nothing feeds the center so much as creative work, even humble kinds like cooking and sewing."
-Anne Morrow Lindbergh
-Anne Morrow Lindbergh
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