a person who prefers pleasures and activities that center around the home
I've come to realize that, the older I get, the more of a homebody I become. Seriously. Nothing sounds better to me, any given night of the week, then sitting at home with my husband doing absolutely nothing but watching Heroes on Netflix. And while there is nothing at all wrong with this, I usually have this "I-dont-wanna" attitude whenever any sort of event is going to interrupt that. Not outwardly, mind you. It's not even a true inward grumbling. More of a "I'm so tired", "I dont want to get ready" type complaint, then anything to do with whatever or whoever the event pertains. With that being said...I have NEVER, not once, ever regretted going or wished that I did, indeed, stay home. I always end up telling myself how much I need to make time to see people and friends.
Tonight, I went to a very simple dinner with friends who I haven't got to see as much lately. After getting home from work, all those normal annoyances started probing their way into my head. No matter that I was, in fact, very excited to see my friends. There was Mr. "you've-had-a-long-day" and Mrs."cuddling-watching-netflix" coming to visit. Not to mention, I had started feeling a little emotional for some unkown reason. Overwhelmed. Not in a bad way. Not in a good way. We shall just call that one Mr. "pms". Nevertheless, I got myself up and drove to dinner. And from the second I sat there with my friends, catching up, talking about all the things that had been going on in our individual lives, all of that disappeared. My ordinary day had just gotten so much brighter and my spirit lifted so much higher from simply talking to friends over dinner. So, again, I am sitting here reminding myself that I need to make time to see people. And that while Heroes night on the couch with my husband is certainly great, great fellowship is truly good for the soul.
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