i've come to learn

in light of father's day, i am deeply inspired by, and forever grateful for,  a trait i have seemed to inherit from daddy: the homebody trait.

growing up, i never understood why daddy chose to stay at home on his days off from work, why he preferred to tinker around the house than join the throngs of people out there. in my mind, he was missing out on the festivities, the excitement, the stimulating world outside the house. given a choice between spending a weekend with a group of people at the beach or flying solo at home with a list of fix-it's, daddy would undoubtedly choose the latter. he always has, and still does, enjoy his castle, his home. 

and now here i am today, relishing the days when i lounge around in my comfies, only interacting with the outside world when i go for a run or buy goods at the market. today was one of those days. waking up, going for my morning run, and then slipping back into bed to watch a documentary on plastic. if the hungry monster never peeped out from within, i probably wouldn't have considered going out for lunch ingredients. this newfound homebody of mine would have been perfectly content staying put. relaxing. replenishing the mind and body with much needed rest.

so this father's day, i have to thank daddy for being true to himself and never compromising his love for home. because now i get it. being a homebody doesn't necessarily equate with laziness. if home really is where the heart is, then why not embrace it?

daddy, i am proud to say that i have your homebody tendencies and i wouldn't trade it for the world. have a happy father's day, and don't you think twice about leaving the house! love you to pieces!