This blog post is brought to you by an overly tired EssentiallyJess.
In fact I’m so tired, I seriously considered just posting this for today:
So it turns out that Bible Camp? Not for the faint hearted.
It was crazy busy, in a really good, really fun (if you’re the nerdy bible loving type) kind of way. But there was lots of information, and six days of constant people is a challenge on its own for an introvert. Follow that up by a weekend at a caravan park in Adelaide, where the Kookaburras decided that four am was the time to sing me the song of their people, and I’m surprised my eyes are even able to stay open at this stage.
But anyway, those are all total first world problems and life is good, and yay for my own bed and my own pillows and being able to drink tea out of this fantastic new mug.
Which brings me to today’s post: Why there really is no place like home.
There’s nothing like being away for a few days for you to really appreciate the comfort of living at home. Little things that we take for granted in our own space, suddenly become dreamt of luxuries when you’re staying somewhere else.
- The ability to walk around in your pyjamas.
I’ve mentioned before that I’m not the kind of person who loves hanging out in my jimmy-jams — quite the opposite in fact. But I do like wearing them to bed, and I do appreciate being able to get up to go to the toilet without considering how much I need to throw over the top in order to be decent. Home is one of the only places (for me at least) where you can sit comfortable in your jarmies and not worry about throwing clothes over the top if you need a drink of water.
- Being able to leave all your toiletries in the bathroom
I’ll admit, by the end of bible camp, mostly everyone was just leaving their little bags in the bathroom and that was kind of cool, but it’s still not quite the same as having all your necessities just where you like them for when you need them. And when you’re in a caravan park, you’re forced to carry everything with you every time you need to brush your teeth. Couple that with trying to make sure you don’t drop your underwear (you’d be surprised how often that happens), and you can understand why I’m glad to be home!
- Choosing your clothes based on your ‘mood.’
Again, this is a total first world problem, but when you’re at home, you have all your clothes at your disposal and you wear what you feel like. When you’re away you’re stuck with what you’ve packed, and what’s still clean. #nofatdaysallowed
- Home is where the wi-fi connects automatically.
Yes, it’s an internet saying. Yes, my 12-year-old has this on a t-shirt. But there’s a reason why — because it’s true.
Oh sweet, fast, consistent internet, how I missed thee! The ability to hit safari on my laptop without first turning on the hotspot on my phone is nothing less than miraculous! And yes, I know it’s superficial and shallow and whatever, but by Jove, it’s grand! (For the record, that’s the first time I think I’ve ever typed those words. Not going to lie. I enjoyed it.)
And so there you go. One very small, very tired list of just why there really is no place like home.
What’s your favourite thing about being home?
Sorry I didn’t get to your posts last week — turns out I’m not actually superwoman.