Home feels very good right about now.
I can’t say it is a penance in one sense to stay home as homebody is my nature but when liberties are threatened suddenly it all feels a bit different.
We are home and it is a different “home” to the one we left. We are staying put, keeping our distance and taking stock in ways we never imagined a few months ago. I am weary from travel and have covered a zillion stress miles over the weekend, wondering if the airports would receive us and even if we would be able to leave. There is worse penance than a forced stay in Australia but with our family this side of the world, there is nowhere I would rather be.
I’m home and while I am sitting tight for seven days to make sure all is well I know we are all together and close by.
Here’s the plan.
I thought for however long we are inside I would write a diary, an at-home diary where we mull over the highs, the lows and all in between. Share ideas of how to amuse us, talk about what we never have time for and really make the most of this quiet time. Chat it all out.
If nothing else I am going to be inventive in the kitchen and create nourishing and different meals; we are within such close proximity to fabulous locals I have become quite lazy about home cooking.
Playing with my home is one of my priorities. Sorry, David, you might be concentrating on work but I need help moving the furniture. Finally, cleaning out the cupboards? If it is ever happening it might be in the next few months.
More importantly, I want to read and write and watch films on my lengthy list.
Yes, let’s continue to talk about fashion and beauty because that’s what we do best but maybe from other viewpoints. How we dress is something to think about – there are days when all I will look for is a comfy tracksuit and others where I will go all out.
My jet lag is threatening; I start the day with a bang but come lunchtime my mind has slowed to snail’s pace and the afternoons are not for sleeping but for reading or watching an episode or two. Any brilliance I may have thought of has been forgotten and best left until tomorrow.
Will you share your “at home” time with me, compare notes and swap ideas.
I have always felt together we hum along so well; there is no such thing as distance here. xv