I’m sorry, but I’ve
already seen that photo of your family posing on a ski field. You had the ‘best
time everrrrr,’ and I didn’t assume that, I was forcefully informed by your
fervent captions. I have done my best not to jeer at your constant littering of
heart-eye emojis, and I have held back much sarcasm and wit from the comment
section of your Facebook posts. I know, it’s day five of your vacay, and you’ve
become an adventurous enviromentalist – may the fresh air fill your thriving lungs
and, for the rest of us, lessen the influx of blurry plant photos you upload mid
bushwalk (because, please – this is what second IG accounts are for).
My point is this: what about
the great indoors? Shouldn’t more be said for AC units and springy carpet? Fresh
air is wonderful, but isn’t air fragranced with burning candles and buttered
toast great too? For I consider it a blessing, to sit on a couch, and not be
attacked by the weather, or threatened by insects and unidentified spikey things.
How lovely to roam the halls of your home, wearing anything you want, including
a pair of slippers that definitely would not
survive on your scabrous driveway.
The company is good. Appliances,
such as toasters, curling irons, and fridges, have your back, and it’s comfortable
because you can all bond over the fact that none of you would really last long
if thrust out in the cold air. They bustle you about, and basically make you a
fed and presentable human by 8:30am every morning – something that never happens when I’m camping.
Being inside limits
the amount of variables – you’re not going to randomly bump into that guy you’ve
been avoiding for weeks, and you’re not going to be told off for your shady
footwear choices. You can be the only person you see that day, or you can have a
Mexican food share night, but it’s up to you. “Completely at your discression, my friend,” I whisper in your ear.
It’s very
predictable, but sometimes the adventure is in knowing exactly what cereal you
have in the pantry, and what landscape you’ll admire as you boil the jug. It’s
nice to watch the clouds shuffle by, but twinkling fairy lights strewn over the
living room walls and modern paintings are happy things to see as you wander round the plush walls of your home.
I am a species of the
indoors and whether it’s a sociological issue that Americans spend 87% of their
lives inside, I’m not sure. I love to be at the beach, and anywhere sunny and
fresh, but I am also prone to appreciating the four walls that I live in. Yes - I like the indoors.
Mads xx
i love your whole blog but this post in particular is great. i can totally relate to loving the indoors and you presented it in a really creative way. thanks for sharing!! much love xo
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