I'm really a nester despite the fact that I moved around a lot for many, many years. Looking for my place all those decades, a home, that's mine. Not in terms of owning it (we really never own anything anyway, we can't take anything with us when we leave this place, only how we've grown on the inside). But in terms of having every last thing just the way I want it, not having to cater to or deal with anyone else's life (or shit).
I'm quite sure a major reason why I don't travel, and there are numerous good reasons, is that I hate to be away from home. Hate giving up my rhythm. Hate being away from BeeGee ~ my partner, my familiar, my soulmate. Hate having to try to make myself comfortable elsewhere. Because I'm finally home, in this tiny studio that I've lived in for four years.
Early on in my adult life I had a vision of living and working in what I called my Life Studio. That's exactly what my home is. I'm doing my life in this place. It's all good.
Hope you're having a good weekend. xo