Mmmm. Weekends. They are the ACTUAL best.
To me, it seems like no matter what a weekend entails, there’s a little magic in them all. The sun is a little more radiant (unless it’s raining, but the weekend rain is a little more soothing), the air seems fresher, and any and all possibilities just seem more…exciting. Fun. Lovely.
In younger years I always attempted to pack my weekends full of activities – shopping, day trips, day drinking, night drinking, meals out, mini adventures of sorts. I wanted to cram as much ‘fun’ as I could into the 2 days of ‘freedom’ each week gifted.
Don’t get me wrong, I still love weekend activities. But I prefer them in a much less jam-packed fashion these days. I’ve come to appreciate more leisurely weekends that entail resting, reading, writing (obvi), Netflix, lots of coffee, with some activities sprinkled in. Sometimes though, it’s a treat when the entire weekend is slow, calm, peaceful. Cozy.
Cozy. Even the word ‘cozy’ is cozy. I love all of the wonderful thoughts and feelings the word ‘cozy’ elicits. Close your eyes right now and just repeat to yourself, “cozy.” I guarantee only good things will come to mind and you’ll feel cozier from simply thinking about coziness.
Everyone has their own places that fulfill their definition of ‘cozy,’ right? For most, one of those places is probably home. And yes, home to me is cozy. There are cozy coffee shops, cozy restaurants, cozy spots in offices, cozy parks, honestly the cozy possibilities are endless. (Typing that sentence made me so happy.)
For me, there is one place that is truly the coziest. The home of a friend that oozes coziness in every possible way. As soon as I enter Kayla’s (and Eric’s, who I’m sure will never read this) home, I feel truly at home. I can’t quite put it into words but every little detail of this house is makes you feel welcome and comfortable immediately.
Whether I go straight to the sofa and shimmy my way into the perfect corner spot, or sit with Kayla, Eric + friends in the coziest kitchen, or settle into a spot at the patio table in the most quaint backyard, or sleep over in the homiest-of-all-time guest room, it all feels cozy.
Not to mention Yuna, who doesn’t want to cuddle often, but when she does is one of the coziest dogs I’ve ever known. Although she does not like her photo taken, so please allow this to suffice:
When Kayla mentioned she and Eric were going to Durham for the weekend and wanted to know if I’d dog/house sit, there was literally ZERO hesitation in my response: “YES PLEASE.”
And here I sit, shimmied into that perfect corner spot on the sofa, Yuna asleep beside me, coffee an arm’s length away, cozy as can freaking be. Aside from reading, Netflix/Hulu/HBO Now, a very minor workout, and writing this blog post, the weekend has entailed very little activity for me other than a visit from a couple of friends last night, and taking Yuna on a walk that ended with her kicking poop on my legs. (I stood behind her, poop bag in-hand to pick it up, not realizing she was a kicker.)
Other than the poop, the weekend has been cozy and perfect.
Go ahead, get to your favorite cozy spot and shimmy right in – you know you want to.
Curiously,
Tori
