Popcorn's Pad

I love my house, my home, my sanctuary. I love to take my son to school, and come back

home. I like to take the dogs for a walk, then come back home. Run, come home. I like to have whole days where I never even leave the house. I like to drink my a.m. coffee here, have a bite of lunch at the kitchen island, and then eat dinner right here in my breakfast room. I like every chore associated with this place. I enjoy the cleaning and polishing and decorating. The scrubbing, the sorting out, the organizing. I like folding warm, fluffy, white towels and stacking them in the bathrooms. I like lighting candles in the morning and turning on nice music as a backdrop for my daily piddling. I love days like today when howling winds and rain drop the temperature and the windows frost over and I have no place to be but here, at home. When we leave on vacation, while I enjoy myself wholeheartedly, I am always so happy to get back home. Home to my own bed, my own bath, my own nest. It is here that I find comfy, cozy, contentment.