When I was young, I never understood why my grandmother ate almost the exact same breakfast every morning: Cottage cheese, a piece of toast, fruit, water for her pills and coffee. “Isn’t that boring?” I asked. For me breakfast needed to be an exciting start to the day, especially in the summers.
But now I understand. Each morning I start the day with basically the same breakfast … everyday. I like it. Why change? Occasionally I switch it up, usually when I am traveling. But when home it is the same old, same old. It feels comfortable. Why change? I have become my grandma.
But I find my need for consistency goes beyond breakfast. I like to shop in the same stores. I know which clothes lines and which shoes fit me well. Why should I venture to another store when I know I can always find clothes and shoes that fit at Chicos and Clarks? Yes I sometimes go into another store and find something, but usually it takes more time to figure out where the items I might like are located. But I do go to discount stores that I enjoy like DSW, where I can find my favorite shoes at a less expensive price.
I am even happy with my usual grocery shopping selection. Friends have tried to get me to go to two newer, more hip, places to do my grocery shopping. But I have my big three depending on what I need. I used to start with Costco for some items, but with no children at home I do not often need bulk food. Instead I buy smaller quantities at a local grocer/supermarket. Occasionally, I do venture to the newer stores, but I feel a bit out of alignment when I shop there. I have to search the aisles for what I need.
I often dash over to a nearby Target for sundries. Two years ago they totally remodeled the one I shop at. The changes were nice, but the disruption made me realize I was getting set in my ways. I like the same old, same old. Although I now love the changes, I feel a sense of loss. Now I have to readjust my habits to find the items I need. However, I will admit when my favorite brunch place renovated, it became much improved!
But lately I find that I just like being at home. Especially when I am home.
My husband and I travel … a lot. We are fortunate that our son lives close. He moves back to our house to care for our cats when we travel. But with being on so many trips, the joy of just being at home sometimes is the best.on one hand I know I am getting set in my ways. However, it just makes the same old, same old feel good.
zicharonot 
Wonderful!!
Thank you Sherry.