I sometimes wish I was not such a homebody. Â Every once in a while I wish it came more naturally for me to hit the town on a Saturday night, but that is just not who I am.
I like to come home and put on my pajamas and watch reruns or read a book. Â It’s not particularly sexy or interesting, but it’s how I unwind.
It’s the small nights I love.
My most pressing issue tonight was where to hang my Italian Cinema 2013 calendar (I picked a spot on the kitchen wall).
I am feeling very grateful these small nights right now. Â Life isn’t always quiet; sometimes it feels kind of like a punch in the face. Â But lately life feels cozy and unforced, and maybe just a tiny bit boring.
But right now boring is ok.
much more muchier 
It’s that boring that keeps me sane here. Coming “home” to the Chu with a thermos of hot cocoa and enjoying watching silly sitcoms that take me away. I don’t miss the glam of a Saturday night, I miss the comfort of my bubble bath.
Embrace the small nights. 🙂 They are SO not boring.
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You are so right! Whenever I was deployed I lusted after my bathtub. I would have killed for just one night of soaking in bubbles!
So glad you can relate! 🙂