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I Am A Homebody
Yes, this will be another blog about quarantine. I’m sure you’ve seen tons of these. People talking about being lonely, missing their families, or going “to heck” with COVID restrictions on activity. As cliche as it sounds, I have found more of myself through quarantine.
For backstory, I am a 24-yr old college student majoring in Gender and sexuality. I got laid off from a shift supervisor position in a company back in May because of COVID restrictions and have been on unemployment ever since. I live with my fiance, my little sister, and my 3 cats. One of which we adopted during the quarantine. I also told myself for a long time that I wasn’t a homebody.
A homebody: to put in my own words, someone who prefers to spend their free time at home, as it is a comfy and cozy space to exist. I don’t know why I always told myself that I wasn’t a homebody. It could be because I have these large dreams of traveling, of spontaneous adventures, and wish fulfillment, even though in my daily life I don’t particularly like spontaneity. It’s messy and for me, everything always has to be planned, lest something go wrong. I don’t think that means I’ll never travel, I just can’t be away from home for very long.
Recently in the last year, I was diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder. This made a lot of sense when it came to being a homebody. Being at home is a cozy space. It is like a…
