Domestic Bliss

I was pretty sure I was making the right decision when I left New York City to move back home.

Even though, in the city, I had some pretty fancy services.

My food was usually made for and delivered to me…

My apartment had a dishwasher…

And my laundry was done for me….

But, of course, you never know what the outcome of your decisions will be until you make the leap.


I have a confession to make.

I don’t hate cooking anymore. In fact, I find making a meal with – or for – Brian quite enjoyable.

I still prefer the dishwasher, but I no longer think of hand-washing as the work of the devil.

And I find there’s something innately pleasing about hanging our clothes to dry.

And while Brian is off doing his work each day (which includes doing manly things like backhoe purchasing)…

I find that I am quite content working on my writing from home.

And, at the end of the day, having Brian walk through the door, see what I’ve done around the house, and say, with a smile, “What a good little housewife you are!”

What do you know… I finally see what Alli was talking about with the term “Blissfully Domestic.”

It turns out I don’t miss my fancy city services one bit.

Domestic Bliss was last modified: May 21st, 2010 by Jane Couto Govednik
SHOWHIDE Comments (6)
  1. Good for you, Jane (and Brian).
    May you continue to be blissfully domestic.


  2. P.S. After all these years, I still don’t have a dishwasher either. Some things we can learn to do without…

  3. “Home is where the heart is” and it looks like you’re home. So very happy for you both.

Domestic Bliss was last modified: May 21st, 2010 by Jane Couto Govednik