I love to walk into my home and see all the color and pattern I've stuffed into every corner. I love drowning in my stacks of books. Seeing the art I've collected over the years, a visual record of my evolving tastes. I love the way my couch hugs my back when I cuddle up with my cat and throw blankets. It's my most favorite place in the whole world. But as an introvert, my home can sometimes be more than just a retreat. It can be a siren on an island, luring me into its warm embrace and never letting me sail away again. With colder temperatures on the way, I'm reminding myself that there are times for being a homebody, and there are times when venturing out is nice, too.