I guess I got a little carried away and forgot to tell you that I am "on vacation" this week. Whew! A week off from work, thank goodness. Here's the cool part; I haven't even left the house! I am so thrilled to be able to stay home and get some stuff done. I love getting up in the morning and sitting on my porch. I love being able to drop everything if I have a new idea. I love being able to see the mama deer and her little speckled fawn in my back yard and the turkeys and their brood of 17 babies. Yes, seventeen was the last count! I love being home.
Which leads me to another confession: I'm not much of a traveler. It sometimes seems as if blogging is synonymous with traveling. Bloggers are always talking about where they have been, where they are going, or where they hope to go. But not me. I'm quite content to take a little trip to the NC coast every now and then, just a six hour drive away. My husband and I do hope to someday be able to visit Ireland. But that's about it. I am completely content to be a homebody. As a matter of fact, traveling seems like a whole lot of work to me. Just the thought of it makes me tired.
So, there you go. Now you know that I would rather be home than anywhere. Home is where my heart is. ;)
*now, if only I had a hammock hanging in the midst of a bunch of lavender. gorgeous photo from Dress, Design, Decor.