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I’ve been trying to teach myself how to stay home. No easy task for a kid who likes to get up and go. Bike tours! Museums! Friend’s kitchens! Theater! Community classes!
Staying home affords numerous luxuries, however infrequently I convince myself to partake in them. Laundry and folding and Studio 360 podcasts. Yarn crafts and Desert Island Discs or On Being podcasts. Baking. Movies screened on a window shade draped over our wooden clothes dryer, via the fancy hi-tech projector. Hand quilting and talking dreams and desires with my partner. Dancing alone to many fabulous vinyl albums, played scritch-scratch free on a stereo I’ve had since age eleven.
Staying home is also fairly cheap. Being out means dinners out and, for my partner, gas usage as his car eats up the miles between work, band practice, and game nights. Me, I’m more likely to fall victim to some gift item I NEED to purchase for friend or family. Similar, the compulsion to purchase things to be creative with, instead of using what I have, which is plenty.
It’s hard. The world beckons and I itch to follow the whistle.
Lovely are the moments when I can ignore the piper. (Bet you wondered where that analogy was going.)
Phoebe Sinclair Writes 
I really like this post. It’s so true. I love to be out of my house, riding my bike, or passing time with friends, and of course eating and drinking out are just a few of my favorite activities. Lately, I have found that sometimes I have to discipline myself to say, “no” and stay back to relax and do things around the home.
Well said!
Thanks for visiting and commenting, Ezra.
Only yesterday my resolve was challenged: I’d planned to spend the evening home working on my blog, perhaps crafting, spending time with the cat, when a friend contacted me with FREE tickets to a play I’ve been wanting to see. I didn’t go to see the play in the end, but it was hard! On top of everything, I feel so spoiled to have so many opportunities and to be living what essentially looks like an enchanted life (games, friends, family, food, bikes!). So there’s that gratitude/guilt, too.