I am not ashamed to admit that I don't leave my house that often. And I don't find reasons TO leave the house. Oh, I go shopping when the need is there and I go to appointments. I also enjoy our road trips and vacations, but I am very content to stay in my own home. Basically, pretty much everything I want or need is here in my house--and with the interwebs, it is so very easy to not have to leave the house. I have my music, TV, books, craft supplies, and computer: What more could I want?
Growing up, The Mother had a friend who spent ENORMOUS amounts of time in The Parent's home. (As I don't have much contact with The Mother these days, I don't know if the woman still goes there as often.) She would show up before noon and wouldn't leave until it was time for her to go home and make dinner--usually less than an hour before she had to serve it. (I never understood how she managed to make meals so quickly.) She very much gave the impression that she couldn't stand her house--a house that I would've seriously considered giving my eye teeth up for. I don't know how she ever got her housework done, with the amount of time she spent away from home. Her and her husband raised three children and she was a stay-at-home--well, a woman who did not work outside of the home, at least. It still amazes me that the household was kept together all of those years.
So, does my not wanting to leave my house and The Woman's not wanting to stay home point towards how content you are with your situation? My house isn't anything to write home about--believe me when I say there are probably more things WRONG with this place, than there are right--but it is home and it is where I want to be. I've never understood people who want to be away from their homes--but then, I was raised in a bit of a different era, by a VERY different sort of mother. I am content and will make no apologies for that.