Tonight I am thinking about home.  I know, I know.   You are sitting there hollering at the computer screen …. “Dag nab it, Polly. We’ve heard all this before.  It happens every time after you have traveled.  We KNOW how much your little homebody… loves to be be back at your little home.”

It is truer than true.

But I am thinking of a different piece of this tonight.  I always thought I was such a homebody, because I had such a great home when I was growing up.  Wonderful parents, some really great siblings, a good house in a fun neighborhood.  It was safe, and warm, and stable… and boy oh boy… the cooking was good.

For me that just spelled the big reason for my homebody-ness.

But then I had a conversation with someone today about another homebody.   Except their childhood was not so good.   The “family” turned out to be not  much of a family at all.  The mom and dad didn’t sound so kind.    Yet…. this person grew up to be a good person… BUT a homebody too.

So.  It appears people love to be at peace with, and in their homes, for a lot of different reasons.

Others can’t stand to be at home for a minute.

I don’t have any guesses about any of this.

All I really have to say is that I am happy to be here.  At home.  In my own bed.    With the ones I love.  In the space and the place that means more to me than any other grand location in the world.  No matter the reason.

And… I’m happy that no one minded too much when I stood up in the middle of the plane…. in mid-air… and started belting out that “I believe I can fly.” song by R. Kelly.    Sure.  Oh sure.  The flight attendant escorted me back to my seat… but not before I got in a few rounds of the chorus…..

Yeah.  But  no one stopped my in my living room… when I sang “Home, Home on the Range” tonight.

No wonder I am a homebody.  No wonder.The light is what guides you home, the warmth is what keeps you there. ~Ellie Rodriguez