Last night, I ended up not having to go into work.
As I sat at home on our comfy red couch, I looked around and started thinking about how much I adore our little love basement. (I also thought about how much I love my camo skirt but perhaps we'll save that topic for another time.)
So back to me loving our home.
There was a time, not too long ago, that I was sick and tired of having ample free time at home alone. I felt restless, stir crazy, and unproductive.
I don't feel that way any more.
I love being home. I love the time I have to myself. I'm finally starting to appreciate the blessing that all this sam-alone-at-home time really is in my life.
It's funny how sometimes we take things for granted and want things to be different than they are.
We see the best in every other person's situation.
I'm learning that each and every single snapshot moment in my life is special, is important.
I like liking my life- as is. I like being content while also being excited about new adventures in the future.
It feels relieving and peaceful.
This time is our time. Just Sam, Chas, and our apartment.