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I spend a lot of time in airports, as I currently travel for work. I actually am away more then I am home.

I always wonder what it’s like for other people to travel this much, because I think it’s very different for people who have someone waiting for them at the homestead.
A sense of excitement, anticipation must accompany at least the homeward bound trip.

For me there is very little of that. Going home just equates with more work. Sure it’s my own cozy bed, but unless I prepare correctly, the sheets are never clean, the fridge probably has at least one spoiled thing lurking in it, and my laundry is all dirty.

In winter it’s cold, because no one is there to warm it up in advance of my celebrated arrival. In summer, it’s stuffy hot, because you can’t leave windows wide open for two weeks.

I am likely being moved across country shortly to remedy this, and. I am honestly looking forward to it.

A new place means new decor, new challenges new ways to make it all mine. These are things I appreciate and enjoy every time I move.

Bonus that I get to stop being United’s best friend.



A house is a home?


There is that old adage, but so many people sort of equate that with family. What happens when you are the only body in a house? How do you make it home? 

I think it might be slightly different for the very young, who might feel their solitary domestic condition is a temporary one, but for some of us, we are in it for the longer term.

And honestly, who wants to live like a college student at 40 something?  And what happens to those of us who are sincerely interested in the domestic arts, cooking, crafting, decorating. So much seems to be geared toward making things wonderful for family domeciles, recipes feed 4-6, magazines are full of childrens room ideas and articles on ‘secrets of a feminine bedroom that your husband will still sleep in’.

I think there is a way to do the domestic thing, without being the proverbial old cat loving lady. (not that i dislike cats, but there is a stereotype there) 

Why not attack the household loveliness as a single person, after all….revlon tells me ‘I am worth it’!