Outside Premises.

One must get out of the house. That is my final verdict. If you knew me personally, you'd know that I am a homebody. I love taking the time to maintain and upkeep my home as much as I love to spend time on literature, politics, philosophy and myself. Way to sound narcissistic, right? At this point, it is undeniable. I take extra measures to keep my house clean, orderly and in tip top shape. I like rearranging things around, finding more creative and artistic ways to store currently unused things, display the things we have around the house, buying small things to make any place feel warmer, comfortable, homier and...well me. Believe me, when I say I take it overboard with the cleaning...

I like being home in the evenings and at night. I enjoy cooking that fabulous meal for two, four, six, or twelve. I enjoy having that meal over a glass of wine with every detail thought about before hand and all complications solved before the guests arrive. I like watching movies, scrap booking, or just doing things around the household. But for the life of me, I need to get out of the house. I need to get out of the house often. Perhaps not daily (although preferred during the days) to come home rushing, in a mood full of desire to be home, to yearning for my home. I must get out of my mental and heart's health to keep the hearth of my house burning fully and bright, passionately for many days, months and years to come. Otherwise, I grow paranoid, out of touch, my creative juices gets sucked out of me, and I begin a vicious cycle of cleaning that cannot me stopped and nothing is ever clean enough. I need to be busy, I need human interaction, see humans, walk outside on the sidewalk, greet strangers I will never see again in my life. Observe, feel alive, watch the changes of the trees, trying to reminiscence and make up my mind about the future, trying to decide the current state of my present. You know, it's often despicable.

I cannot love you fully, when imprisoned at home, because I could no longer tolerate myself. I have nothing left enough to create an awakening, losing moments of inspiration and growing outdated and dried up.

So, go ahead. Leave home. Have a job, have hobbies, make friends and take the time to do things all the way through and well. You'll be happier in the end. No man is an island itself. We all need different things from different people.