I’m paying for this house. I’m sure as hell living in it.

My house has all the good stuff I want in it. And it’s cozy. And my cats are here. And the sounds are (mostly) soothing. And I know exactly where I can walk around naked without being seen through the windows!

Why would I want to be anywhere else?

I really wish introversion would stop being conflated with being a recluse.

I’m starting to think I’ll never convince anyone to stay with me like this. It’s not boring for me at least…

I’m a homehog