Yes. I kick my clothes off, and sit plop down under the AC unit, on the couch.

@RedDeerGuy1 I changed my clothes and turned the AC lower!

@janbb Well I am single and no roommates. Also I have good blinds.

^^ TMI. lol

@janbb lol.

Absolutely! First I greet my old sweet dogs, let them potty, then plop. :) I generally keep my clothes on though. If I’m overheated i spash cold water on my face and neck.

I love coming home! First I kick off my shoes then sprawl on the couch for a bit. Then I get up to do chores.

Yes. The shoes and bra immediately come off.

If I’m wearing my contacts, I wash my hands and take my contacts out. If I’m wearing makeup, I remove my makeup with makeup remover. I then take a shower (quick shower, less than five minutes) and put on the clothes I am going to sleep in.

Oh gosh, what a question! First answer…bra and shoes come off immediately.

Secondly, to be honest, I’ve been afraid of people most of my life, so whenever I left home I couldn’t wait to get back where I felt safe. I wasn’t afraid of them physically, but psychologically, emotionally. Although in my head I knew it wasn’t true, I felt like they knew the real lame loser unloveable mistake that I was, that they could see me. The only place I felt safe was at home. I wish I hadn’t struggled for so many years with that, what a waste.

I love coming home as long as I don’t have to immediately do some sort of work at home. Work includes work I’m paid for and domestic work like cooking.

First things I do is usually put on the TV and relax a little. I usually think or sometimes even say out loud how happy I am to sit down, but really it has to do with sitting on my comfy couch at home.

If I was very hot and sweaty I would jump in the shower and then put on my robe and relax for a bit.

Home usually feels like a mental break and safe and a comfortable temperature. I love it.

The first thing I do is to take my shoes off, then I go to the kitchen to run cold water over my hands as I wash them. This is a habit that started during Covid.

I love coming home. Always. Even if it’s to find a mess or damage.

Almost…the closest thing to “heaven”….coming home from doing hard and honest work where I feel I made a difference in people’s lives and I did not cause anybody any misery that day. My ( rented ) home, my personal domain transforms into my own little Shangrila. I would feel it on my skin, a cool soothing pleasurable sensation by merely opening the door of our fridge. Heaven.