There's a lot to be said for the familiar. When you find your niche, the place in life that fits you like a glove, why would you want to go looking for something else?
I don't believe in telepathy or psychic energy, but I do believe in familiarity. It's a beautiful evening at the end of a beautiful, if long, work day. There are a week's worth of menus (including cookbook names and page numbers) on the freezer door and the ingredients to prepare them in the refrigerator. On the way home, I thought, "I sure don't want to cook." I thought dinner at our little neighborhood Italian restaurant sounded nicer. When I walked through the door, Bruce said, "How would you like to dine on the patio at Bambinos? It's so pretty outside." So, we did.
Familiarity. I'm with Dorothy on this one - I don't need to search any further than my own back yard to find what really matters and what really makes me happy.
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