Something I hate to do

February 2012

I'm a homebody through and through.  Right before I departed for Utah, I jumped into my parents' bed, pulled the covers up to my kneck and refused to leave. My mother laughed and told me to stop avoiding my life.

"I'm not avoiding it," I said. "I just don't feel like being a grown up right now."

She smiled once more and reassured me that all would be alright. I only semi believed her.

Somehow going home makes me feel safe, warm and okay with life. Reality doesn't seem quite as insurmountable and family becomes the gold of my memoirs.

Yes, I hate leaving home.