While many of you love to go out 24/7 and get crunked. I rather lay on my couch, a TJ-Max blanket wrapped around me, my lovely dog to the left of me, watching Vanderpump rules. Yes, I am a homebody and I am going to say it with my chest. I AM A HOMEBODY. Maybe it is because of the way I was brought up into this scary lovely thing we call life. Yes, I am scared to walk out the front of my door. Yes, I am scared to drive. Yes, I am scared of big crowds. I AM SCARED OF THE WORLD. But listen, I understand we can’t live in fear. We have to go out into the big scary world and conquer our fears. But if I don’t have to, my ass will stay in bed. My house is my safespace. My parents are my safespace. Just that feeling of being home. Walking inside and the smell of snickerdoodle candle from Bath Body works. Nothing beats it. A home cooked meal. C’mon you can’t pass that up. I know deep inside of you, you are thinking the same thing. Home. Now, I am very lucky and fortunate to have been blessed with the life I have. The bond I have with my family is amazing, nothing beats it. Unfortunately, for my parents, we have such a great bond, I am never gonna leave. Sorry dad. I’m just a homebody.