That stereotype about women and nesting... I'm afraid it's really accurate, in my case. Lots of times I catch myself standing in the middle of a room in my house just staring. I take in everything that I love about it- the glow from the light coming through the windows mid-afternoon, the artwork, the colors. Then, inevitably, I think about what could be enhanced- a skylight, better lighting, the sofas stored in the garage that need to be reupholstered. Things like that. But mostly I just want the kitchen remodeled (of which I have spoken about 73 times already in this blog.). We'll get there.
Until then, I'll still be here appreciating the fact that 1. we have a home, for cripes'sake. and 2. that it holds every notion of sentiment in my life. I'd say that's pretty great.
