a day in

Please don't be mad at me for being in Rome and spending the whole day inside. I'm not even sure how I managed to take up the whole day putzing, but putz, I did. My activities included making breakfast - "Italian" toast which is French Toast with yummy pane (bread) and topped with peach pieces, a little writing, recording a tribute to my grandfather, a nap, Pilates, vocal practice, sweeping the floor, and washing dishes.

It seems like there could be several different theories for why I like to stay in, sometimes. For example, the nesting instinct, which apparently male lovebirds have according to this hilarious question:
"Are Male Lovebirds Usually Builds Up Nests And Stay Inside The Nesting Box While The Female Is Busy Carrying The Nesting Materials?"

But for many, including me, nesting doesn't have anything to do with wanting to spawn a little human baby (as covered yesterday). Maybe it's more aligned with wanting to establish one's place in the world. I've traveled enough that the first thing I do upon entering a new hotel room - or a nice flat in Rome - is unpack and put everything somewhere. When you travel - it's sometimes more difficult to remember lots of things about yourself, especially what "home" means. I'm not the only one to explore the options, ranging from...

the traditional where the heart is

to

the varied

to

people you love and/or feeling at home

to just off-topic and funny

Nesting might a way of creating an external place of comfort and familiarity. This seems especially important when the internal stuff is in flux. As in, "Gee, I don't know what I want to be when I grow up, but look at the tidy kitchen counter!" Tomorrow, I will make the city of Roma my home again, and let the dust bunnies collect until I need another reminder of who in the heck I am.