I love where I go to school. I love all my friends, I love the sorority I am in, I love the culture and I love having a good time. However, I am, and always will be a homebody.

home·bod·y

ˈhōmˌbädē/

noun

noun: homebody; plural noun: homebodies

a person who likes to stay at home, especially one who is perceived as unadventurous.

While I wouldn’t necessarily call myself “unadventurous”, I would definitely describe myself as perhaps more ‘tame’ than the average college student. Does that mean I am a party pooper? No. Does it mean I judge people who go out all the time? No. As hard as it may be for many of you to believe, I actually enjoy my alone time in my apartment, it is what keeps me sane. Don’t quite get the whole ‘homebody’ thing? Let me help you.

Yes, the FOMO is real, but not as real as FOPORP (Fear of putting on real pants)

I probably spend more time in my bed than the average 20-something, but who said that was a bad thing?

I would rather spend my Saturday cleaning up around my apartment than doing pretty much anything else.

I subscribe to ( and actively use) more than one online streaming website.

Paying for delivery charge > going out in public to get food.

Once I walk through my door on Friday afternoon, it is pretty much impossible to get me to go back out.

I am always the go to DD. And that's actually pretty rewarding.

When I do go out, I actually enjoy it, because I'm not burnt out on it.

I admit to eating one or two meals in my bed...

I like and desperately need my 'me' time.

I have definitely made up excuses to avoid going out.

I am not afraid of being left alone with myself and my thoughts.

Why put on makeup when I could put on Netflix, am I right?