We women love to build castles in the air. We dream of creating a lovely home atmosphere for a man, of nourishing and caring for him, of catering to his unspoken needs and desires, of creating a space to nurture and love, to build a home brick-by-brick. We know that this is what we want and we yearn to stabilize our lives with the nest. It’s hard to wait indefinitely to build.
Most of the men I know, even before they’ve considered marriage, have made a home for themselves, even in rented accommodation. The women I know have never made their houses homes until they move to a space they view as permanent. This is the quintessential difference between a man’s view and a woman’s in creating home space. Funny, isn’t it?
The man wants to settle his finances, stabilize his routine, get more snug in the relationship before nesting; the woman is ready to go as soon as she knows that ‘he’s the man’.
I surprised myself with the slow seepage of tears that seem to flow out so easily lately, with no apparent trigger. Perhaps as K say, it’s some pent up emotion that’s manifesting itself in this form…
For the time being…I’m happy, I’m ecstatic. I feel wonderful and think that good things will happen if I stop fretting about tomorrow. I have someone strong who’s with me. I have faith in us.