Well it’s been two months now.
Two months of being owners to our quaint little cottage in the country. It’s wonderful and peaceful out here. We busy ourselves with painting and watching Netflix movies. But honestly, sometimes I feel a little isolated. Like an island in the middle of a vast ocean. Stranded permanently with this strange man-creature that is my husband. I LOVE the changes that have happened this year, but sometimes it feels surprisingly stable!
So established and irreversible.
Since high school, I’ve lived in 7 states, attended college in 4 different time-zones, and had 18 different addresses. I thrive on change. The unknown is exciting to me. Most days I don’t even think about it, but some days, I’m terrified at all the consistency and stability all around me.
In all those years of drifting, I would dream of a time when I could finally find the man of my dreams, settle down in the country, and be wifish. But the drifting carried on for years, and it became a part of my genetic makeup. I love to be spontaneous and impulsive. I’m slowly learning to improvise, and create this spontaneity in my newfound harmonious and unvarying lifestyle.
Some of the things that help me accomplish this are: snowboarding (which is unfortunately seasonal, unless you live in New Zealand), being creative around the house, finding little ways to become more wifish, and planning to be a planner… someday.
My better half is a planner. He loves making lists, creating spreadsheets, operating on a schedule. It’s remarkable to me that some people can function this way. But I’m slowly learning the value in being organized, and thinking things through before a decision is made. He is a wonderful man-boy. He completes me in every way. He’s more than I ever dreamed I would be worthy of. He’s sensitive, sexy, stable. He’s accomplished, driven, God-fearing, thorough, and he’s crazy about me. Basically, he’s very husbandish. I hit the jackpot.