Homstaphoria: The joy of coming home, knowing you don't have to leave again for the rest of the day

Hi bestie,

Have you ever experienced that inexplicable rush of happiness when you step through your front door, knowing that you don't have to venture out into the chaotic world again for the rest of the day?

If you have, then you, my friend, have encountered the delightful phenomenon known as "Homstaphoria."

Picture this: It's a crisp Winter evening, and you've just home returned from a long day at work.

As you kick off your shoes and wriggle out of your bra, you sink into the welcoming embrace of your couch, and a wave of relief washes over you.er you.

Suddenly, you realize with a jolt of excitement that you have no further obligations outside your cozy sanctuary.

That, my dear introvert, is the essence of Homstaphoria.

I remember the first time I stumbled upon this word.

It was one of those rare moments when I had pre-committed to a social gathering.

You know that feeling when you agree to something that's weeks away, convinced that by the time it rolls around you'll somehow have transformed into a people, loving extrovert.

I was on the train on my way home from work, it was already 6 pm, and I would have to rush home, change, and leave my house again by 7 (ew).  

I was duty-bound to an evening of nodding along to conversations I had no interest in, desperately counting down the minutes until I could make my escape.

But then - joy! A friend texts to say the event has been called off.

Oh, the sweet release of cancellation!

I practically skipped all the way home.

Walking through the front door I felt euphoric.  

With my newfound blissfully alone evening, I wondered if I was alone in this feeling.

Was I the only unsocial weirdo, or were there others who felt the same (I mean, we were unlikely to ever meet, given our joy of staying home)? I decided to do a little digging on Google, and that’s where I came across the word:

Homstaphoria [ Hom-sta-fawr-ee-uh]
noun
The joy of coming home, knowing you don't have to leave again for the rest of the day.

Instantly, a light bulb went off in my head, and I felt seen, understood, and strangely validated in my love for the comfort of home.

From that day onwards, I've embraced Homstaphoria wholeheartedly.

Whether it's indulging in a Netflix marathon, cozying up with a good book, or simply relishing the peace and quiet of my own space, I've come to cherish those precious moments of solitude and sanctuary.

So, dear introvert, the next time you find yourself basking in the warmth of your home with a contented sigh, remember to revel in the joy of Homstaphoria.

Embrace it, celebrate it, and above all, cherish the beautiful simplicity of knowing that you don't have to leave again for the rest of the day - hurrah!