I have always been a nester. I find a place that will be my habitation and I endeavor to put it to an order that I can deal with, have homes for all objects and in general make it a comfortable and serene environment wherein I can exist and recharge. I have found that not everyone does this, nor does everyone knowingly miss it when they do not have it. For these people the creation of a sanctuary just hasn't registered as a priority, nor do they usually understand what the importance is.
My interest in this concept comes up because lately I have run into a lot of people for whom either they never had a 'nest-home' and when I try to promote the concept, they do not understand. It seems there is a disconnect in this conceptualization, as with many abstractions, and sometimes language just isn't adequate. I explain my mental malaise at having all my things in boxes and the internal tension with not having homes for each of my normal use items like my paints, my office stuff, etc. and to them this disorder should cause no duress as it is their modus operandi.
Where this gets interesting to me (probably not for anyone else) is that the few people who I have forcibly even though softly (ahem, ex-boyfriends and the like) created for them order and habit, very much have enjoyed this newfound 'nest-home' and its absence causes the same malaise for them that it does in normal for me. Which brings me to: are we all looking for our nests and just might not know it? Was Madame Bovary simply never nested so she couldn't conceptualize making one for her family? Do children that are exposed to and taught nesting behaviors seek to form more lasting and permanent bonds than those whose twigs had no down to cover them?
I seek understanding.
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