How good it feels to go home

I'm sitting in chilly apartment...in the middle of a town I'm only vaguely familiar with, listening to the wind pound against the door. I am always hesitant to go home. Fear of boredom and disconnectedness. As I sit on this chair and write, the only place that sounds comforting is my own bed. There is something about being home that always makes you feel warm inside. Its familiar, you know your way around in the dark, and you dont have to invite yourself to anything, its already waiting for you. I love the feeling in the winter of being home. Spending the whole day in my pj's because as soon as I wake up and look outside, all I can see is snow. There is no way, even if I wanted to, to be able to go out. I'm snowed in and the fire is blazing. I have no responsibilities for the day and I can sit and relax. Days like this dont come around often. This is what I will be going home to tomorrow. Lots of snow, cold brisk weather, and a fire to comfort me.