Leaving the House-xiety
I don’t know if it’s having to get up at 7:30 in the morning back when I was an office-bound wage earner, or the huge headache I find commuting to be, or the fact that our new apartment is so spacious and homey I hate leaving it, or having a baby I can’t pry myself away from for long but…
at this point in my life, I pretty much don’t want to leave the house. In fact, I need forays into the outside world about as much as I need KVM switches, which isn’t much at all. I do just about all my buying online now; in fact, for two Chrismases running, I looked for unique christmas gifts for husband online, got them shipped to me, and that’s it. I didn’t even have to change the wrappings!
What is this affliction called? It’s not depression; I’m too chirpy for that kind of thing. It’s not lack of motivation; I can be my own cheerleader just fine. I doubt it’s social anxiety, either, because I lost all of that the day I gave birth to two children, with medical staff and the husband present. I think it’s just lethargy, and the fact that I grocery-shop like groceries would go out of fashion the next day. With junk and soda and DVDs and my family and the AC purring like a sexy little kitten, who would want to leave?
LOL, I can totally relate. Not that I have AC or a family to tie me down and make leaving so excruciating. But hey, with my little notebook in sight, the grocery store just about outside, and banks a short walk from here, I’ve got everything I need within reach.