The snow continues to create cancellations. Schools have been closed all week, I think, resulting in some exasperated parents. As for me, I'm not sure what people mean by "cabin fever" or being bored at home. I have no idea what it feels like to be bored anymore, especially when I'm at home. If anything, there are more things for me to do at home than I could possibly finish. "Bored" is a word I used as a child, moping over a long summer break. I'm sure "bored" left my lexicon by the time I was a teenager.
Simply put, I love being at home, especially when I'm alone. It's probably not entirely healthy. I could putter for ages. I could organize and reorganize closets until I memorized everything in them. I could read books or watch films or clean or cook or mend clothing or try new hairstyles or take baths or.... well, you get the idea. I just enjoy time in the space where I am most free to be myself.
This week, I realized that I needed the extreme time alone, in my own space, to mend from an overwhelming past few months. This was my true vacation week. Sometimes, the only way you can really re-set yourself is to shut everyone else out. The snow did one better -- it shut me in.
Many people love to travel and explore faraway places on vacation, but not me. I've spent much of the past decade apologizing for this "defect" in my character, and I realized this week that I'm done with that. I don't need to feel ashamed for loving the time I spend at home.
After all, there's no place like it.
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