When I come home on the weekends, I don’t want to do much more than eat, sleep, and sit around online or playing with the cats.  I always been a bit of a homebody, preferring to stay at home and read or write in my journal in my early years, and hang out online in more recent years.  I find it very rewarding to just let the days drift by, not worrying about things and relaxing with Missy sleeping next to me.  I also love lounging around outside, basking in the sun and admiring the nature around me.  Who needs the high-stress environment of a metropolitan area?  I certainly don’t, and I’m pretty sure that’s why NYC doesn’t appeal to me at all (unless I’m just visiting).  Living in LA has been nice though, since it’s so spread out and there are so many neighborhoods that it doesn’t feel like a city in most parts.

I find it so relaxing and fulfilling to rest with a purring kitty, let the sun warm my body, and be able to have some peace and quiet.  My apartment complex has too much noise during the day, which is why I especially like coming home.  When there are too many sounds, lights, and smells around you, it can be distracting.  Coming home to breathe fresher air and hear to little to no noise is a nice break from the hubbub in other parts of LA.  I guess that’s why I have been itching to spend more time back east somewhere – there are so many great regions with plenty of seclusion and easy access to nature.  I’d like to spend more time enjoying some of the simple pleasures – sipping a cool drink on a hot day, watching the fireflies at night, sitting on the porch with a gentle breeze blowing… even have some hot chocolate on a cold, stormy day.

I get a little piece of that whenever I come home and it’s nice to sit back with no responsibilities, no worries for a brief time every week.