Why Am I NEVER Home?
It’s so crazy the amount of time I spend away from my home. You would think it would stay immaculately clean, due to the lack of time its occupied. Between throwing away $20 a day and 2 hours of my time to ride the unreliable metro to work and all the errands I have to run to prep for my fully booked weekends, I’m just rarely there. The little time I do get at home is spent, cooking, cleaning (my best attempt at least) and trying to get some rest.
I literally leave home around 7:30 every morning and don’t return until about 6:30pm, and that’s if I don’t have any errands to run. The weekends are spent at birthday parties, dinners and other family/friend get-togethers. I know there is always the option to decline invites but I like getting together with family and friends. Plus I suffer from FOMO (Fear of Missing Out) lol.
I guess it’s always been this way though and now I’m just old enough to feel the effects. When our son was little, we literally had the equivalent to his bedroom in my trunk. Five to six outfits, shoes to match each, a couple of jackets, his favorite toys and even some snacks. We were ALWAYS on the road.
The good thing is I have finally gotten to the point that I feel like my house is actually a home. I haven’t felt that since I first moved out of my parents’ home. I love the sound of Paco (my chihuahua) barking as soon as he hears my footsteps. I love the sight of the warm hues that we selected to paint the main level with. But most of all, I love the feeling of love and togetherness that we’ve created over the years from the excitement of our son finally having his own room, the joy in bringing our daughter home for the first time, romantic staycations and even the crazy heated arguments. All these moments are what turned our house into the home that I love. So although I stay on the go, I always look forward to and cherish the moments spent and memories made in our home.