Musings of a Chicago-Born New Yorker

Embracing Being A Homebody

I’ve always been something of a homebody. Unless it was a date or dinner and a movie with my long time friends, I never went out much in high school.

In college, I went out all the time with my friends. We went any and every where any of us could think of. However, when it was my turn to plan the activity, it was either a road trip or a dinner party.

In med school, I went out a lot. It was the only thing that kept me from feeling so alone. But again, when I got to choose the plans, it usually involved me cooking everyone else dinner.

Now that I’m happily married, I have that blissful yet scary feeling that I’ll never be alone again. I’m happy with my spouse, my family, my friends, and my job. I believe this is giving my true self a chance to shine.

Turns out the real me hates putting on pants.

My ideal day involves hanging out at home with the husband. There is food in the fridge for me to cook so no one has to put on pants but we can still eat. Oh, and the cats are there to entertain us with their larger-than-life personalities.

Don’t get me wrong, some of my favorite days are ones that include pants. I love my work. I love going to the husband’s gigs. I especially love spending time with our families and friends.

But nothing quite beats hanging out with the husband without pants. That sounded dirty. I guess I meant it both ways, so double meaning accidentally intended.

My true self is a homebody. Nobody tell the husband. I love when he takes me out. I just love cooking dinner for us while he plays video games a little more.

3 responses

  1. Hanging out at home, a happy, contented, relaxed home is incredibly sweet. i totally understand!

    October 15, 2012 at 09:20

  2. there is nothing wrong with being a homebody. I tell people all the time that I did enough in my 20s for 3 people. I’m 31 now and home is where I want to be and don’t mind doing it with the one I love. I think they call it growing up 🙂

    October 15, 2012 at 13:31

    • Growing up is a much preferred way to look at it rather than boring or unimaginative.

      November 8, 2012 at 14:29