I would like to say the home wasn’t always like this, but that would not be true. Home has always been my hideout. From the first time I finally I got a place of my own, it has been my staging area. This is where I put on the bells, whistles, and makeup I needed for work. That was back in the early days when offices required we come to work all “dressed up.”
Now, they don’t care, as long as you show up at all. This is a big improvement. But I might wear makeup anyhow. Just because.
Home is where the comfortable furniture is. Where the dogs hang out. Where I can cook and cozy up with a book or a camera or whatever interests me. Now, more than ever.
It used to be where I came home when the day was done. Now it is where I am, unless something else invites us away for a while.
Home is good.