Nested

I believe in every woman (well almoste every woman)

there is a gene that drives her to nest

To build a home

To make a place of peace and retreat

And a place to receive and welcome others inside

After seven months in the company flat

My nesting gene was reawakened as we move into our own place

Warmed the the thought of a gas cooktop

And homemade butternut squash soup

The City skyline stretched out before me from the kitchen pass through

The primal drive to possess the most cheerful lampshade I've ever seen

Which puts a smile on my face even with the weight of this very strange world on my shoulders

The need for storage dictates a bed with drawers underneath

White bedroom furniture is not in my blood

But options are limited

And, with the help of the aforementioned most cheerful lampshade ever

I make peace with it

I see it as haven, if not heaven

And a sunrise shows off for me every morning

At the edge of my world

I count among the blessings

A soaking tub in my private loo

And think of the nights of water dipped from an old oil drum

In the bug infested nights of Sudan

And remind myself how very fortunate I am

Even when I mostly want to leave where I am

With walls and walls of mirrors in the place

Reflection cannot be avoided

Come on in

Sit right down

Awaiting your arrival