I am a creature of habits, routines, and home-is-where-the-heart-is thinking. Though I rarely have time, given my job and tendency to overschedule myself with activities I love, I enjoy cooking, cleaning, and hosting in my home. I love a made bed and stocked kitchen cabinets. I like to feel cozy.

My new relationship with Blues has been a natural progression into safety and security. Despite our various differences, we complement each other in temperament. We refer to one another as boyfriend and girlfriend and it doesn’t feel too soon. My sis in law wondered when we became “official.” All I could say was it just sorta happened and that I like it. I especially like the coziness of it all. How refreshing to argue over a can of soup than over some bullshit comment babymama posted on friggin myspace or some depressing blog entry. Blues makes me laugh. He likes to wrap me in blankets and tuck me under the covers. He likes to take care of me just as much as I enjoy nurturing him.

I did my share of wandering this year, both mental and geographic. But there is no place like home.