My son said to me the other day, “Mum you hate going anywhere don’t you?” I said “yeah I like staying home these days…” He said I was weird. I said “aren’t you lucky, I must really like you all a lot.” Ha!
I’ve always been a homebody. I’d rather hang out at home with my people than be anywhere else. I know that sounds so boring! But I am much happier being at home. I think I have started liking home much more over the past 2 years. It has a lot to do with my health too. I am tired a lot, unwell and I just like the comfort of being alone and keeping things simple. I like my own “stuff”. I started reading Happier at Home and so much of the book resonated with me. Gretchen Rubin realized that her home, in all its aspects, was the most crucial element influencing her happiness. It hit me when she wrote about possessions creating happiness…
Within the larger subject of happiness, the proper relationship of possessions to happiness is hotly debated. People often argue that possessions don’t—or shouldn’t—matter much to happiness, but I think they do…
For better or worse, buying things (or photographing them, cataloging them, or writing reviews about them) is a way to engage with the world. When we’re interested in something, we often express that interest by researching, shopping, buying, and collecting. People who love art go to museums, but when they can afford it, they usually want to buy art, too. People who love to cook enjoy buying kitchen tools and exotic ingredients. The latest sports equipment probably isn’t much different from what’s already in the closet. We crave to buy and possess the things we love, even when it’s not necessary.
I am not a minimalist. I also don’t think I am materialistic. Gretchen explains that loving the things around you doesn’t make you materialistic. Possessions can make you happy. A pretty cushion, a piece of artwork, fresh towels… These things make me happy. But everything has a purpose though and I am not a hoarder. I like things to be ordered and serve some sort of job. I am happy to cull and throw things out. I do like to simplify…
Cultivating my possessions, then, wasn’t a simple matter of organization, elimination, or accumulation; it was a matter of engagement. When I felt engaged with my possessions, I felt enlivened by them, and when I felt disengaged from them, I felt burdened. – Happier at Home.
I feel like being at home is better than being on a holiday. I wasn’t always like this. Maybe I’m just getting older! I read on Instagram somewhere last week where a lady was consciously making her home a place she loves so much she doesn’t feel the need for a holiday. I think this is me. Don’t get me wrong, I love a trip to the beach once a year, a night in Melbourne here and there, or a trip my friends. But I don’t crave it. My husband takes my boys away camping once or twice a year for two nights. I crave those times! Where I can stay at home and just be quiet. I think that loving your every day life is a pretty good thing? Yes?
Home, for me, is comforting. It’s also mostly where I work and create stuff. Realistically it can be chaotic and disruptive too. After all, I have 4 males living here too! But I hope they all think it’s a place of belonging. Somewhere to land, should they need it.
So today, my husband is on one of those camping trips with the boys. They went last night. It’s quiet here today and I am loving it. I’m filling my cup up today by just being at home.
Hope you have a great week ahead. ♥ KC.