(from a letter to a friend, acknowledging how I think I may be spoiled because my lifestyle suits me so well):
Homebody thru-and-thru. I think it's a blessing to be content at home! And since I haven't had horses in my back yard, I feel like a princess, spoiled probably because my life is so good, like I have a real life back. Like if I can literally make a cup of tea and read a book, cover up with a blanket and maybe a cat lights nearby, woo-hoo, that's all I really need to be happy! Maybe it's pathetic that that's enough. But deep-down I don't think it's pathetic.
