I have been living with my boyfriend for about a year now, and truly love this man and our life together. The longer I’m with him, the more domesticated I become. Now this is truly shocking for anybody that knows me because once upon a time I was a career woman that was going to take the world by storm. I had no desire to settle down and become the dutiful wife and mother. Now, I can’t wait to do that.

In one week, I will no longer be employed. Even though I am frantically looking for another job, part of me doesn’t want to. It’s not out of laziness, but it’s out of this overwhelming desire to start nesting. To start keeping house for my man…..to cook nice meals and little cookies, to have time to properly clean our little one-bedroom condo, to take the dog to the dog park in the middle of the day. This feeling is so completely foreign to me, and yet I can’t turn it off. Have I finally reached that age? Is the so-called “biological clock” starting to tick? If you would have asked me 5 years ago, I would have said there was no such thing. But now…..I’m not so sure.

Our world has become a very volatile place to live. Part of me doesn’t even want to bring children into it knowing what future generations will have to deal with if humankind continues down its current path. But I do want a family. I want a house outside of the city, some land, my family and peace. I always thought I would want the fast-paced life forever. Now I just want serenity.