I enjoy being at home. I mean, sure, I love to be out and about, going to parties, going out dancing, going to chat with friends at cafes and eat croissants and pain au chocolates, but I also like being at la casa. I like looking through the windows at the snow falling outside. I like seeing the puffs of breath from people walking on the sidewalk, and knowing I'm warm inside. I like seeing people get into a fight over a parking space and knowing that inside no one is trying to punch me in the face and push me into oncoming traffic. That's just a warm comfortable feeling that I've grown accustomed to. Ooh, I'm going to have a hot chocolate! Yay, home.