I just got back from Home Depot and can't stop thinking about how I couldn't possibly hate being somewhere more than that store. When I walk in the door, my flight instinct immediately kicks in. All I can think is, "Can we leave? Can we leave? Oh for the love of all that is holy can we please get the f*** out of here?" I don't like how it looks, smells, or how quickly a "quick" trip could turn into an hour one. If I go by myself, I run in, grab the first thing I can find that fits the requirement and get right out of there. When I go with a man, I silently panic knowing I'll be there for at least an hour trying to act like I have an opinion about which shovel or hose we get.
My favorite place on earth is home. Especially after having gone to Home Depot. I love to just get in yoga pants and get comfortable. I like having my dog cuddled next to me and relaxing.