I love being home. It is honestly the place that I like to be for the most of my time.
I have moderate amounts of time where I am at an office or running errands, but mostly, I'm home. I think that I am a hermit at heart, that takes a break from hermit-ness to be a social butterfly that hits the town.
This week had me out of the house more than usual. Until this morning, I didn't realize that I had been yearning for my home, missing it.
I have done 4 loads of laundry. Made cookies. Swept. And loved every second of those tasks.
I read somewhere that there is a huge difference between housework and homemaking. I'd have to agree.