I'm in a pretty strict routine of 5AM wake ups and workouts Monday through Friday, and I'm actually about to add more to my workout plate, as opposed to my dinner plate. I'd love to see the Moms but I'm a Friday and Saturday night party person only. I've worked for so long to get my regular, normal person, run of the mill schedule, that I adhere pretty closely to it.
I don't know what it is, maybe because I finally have a home or a "real house" as my uncle once called it, but I'm perfectly fine folding laundry and being at home most nights. I'll be the first to admit I have plenty of room to just grow and improve routines, and there are some defaulting habits that I dislike, but by the time I get home I'm too tired to embrace the new and change it up! Regardless, I like being home.
I'm discovering more and more just how much time I need to reboot. I'm discovering how much time I need away from social things, but I also work well when I have things to look forward to. It's kind of a weird place to be and the balance for it is delicate.
There are some days and some ways, in which I just can't people anymore and I'm learning that is also very okay. I've wasted a lot of time being guilt-ed into doing things I didn't want to do, being pushed into corners I wasn't comfy in and made to feel bad in general for existing and I've worked so hard to get away from that.
Being a homebody has it's perks. I spend way less money than most people for sure, my house is pretty well kept up because I'm slightly obsessive about it staying clean. It gives my family a chill "safe space" and we utilize the relax factor pretty well. Home is our haven and I think we all have a bit of a sigh of relief once we get through that door.
I learned how to become nomadic by default, but this past decade I've really worked diligently to make any home that we had, a true home. Ironically my daughter has been asking a lot about various residences. She clearly remembers the house that we rented before we bought the one we have now. Every once in awhile she brings up when we'll move again. I always roll my eyes and say, "When you're 18."
The house we bought is it. We've been in it almost 3 years and it just recently started forming into home. We're still reorganizing and de-cluttering and making it ours. We have plans and goals to make it even more ours and I plan on staying as much homebody as I possibly can.
Maybe it is adulthood. Maybe it is age. I just don't feel the need to be out and about all the time. Our Saturdays are quite busy, but I like being around on Sunday to reboot, maybe catch a play date and do nothing. Having a place called home to hide, is amazing, because some are not so fortunate.
My daughter likes to pretend she isn't in love with her room and her house, but I can tell she's attached and loving it more and more. Although kids are far more resilient to change than we will ever be, she does love her space, her home and her routines, just like her mom.
I really don't think there's anything wrong with being a homebody. It certainly beats the bar hopping days and wasting money days. It beats the apartment neighbors and parking lot woes, the shared spaces and annoying faces from apartment complex living. I think being a homebody is proof I'm coming into my own and that's kind of an amazing space to be.
On this Transformation Tuesday I'm open to changing things up, and I'm open to tweaking routines, but am equally happy in my current situation, and still embracing and getting used to that. And it feels pretty great, I must say.
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