This post is an update on our move, while simultaneously trying not to talk about the move. Stick with me. I recently read somewhere that the average person moves 11.7 times in their life. That’s a US census thing. Some thoughts: What’s ‘average’? What’s the .7? I suck at numbers, but by my finger counting, this will be my 18th move, and I’m going to share some more moving statistics throughout this post. I’m not being smug. I’m not above…
It was like a wheelchair slalom course to get to my writing space today. I dodged that packing box over there, went around that Lego, and drove over that random, lone shoe. Ever since I wrote on looking for a house when you’re a wheelchair user, I’ve been waiting to share my tips on moving house when you’re a wheelchair user. Real talk, I’ve moved around a lot. As a family, we’ve lived in two houses in The Frosty North.…
I should start by saying I wanted to open with a title to create suspense, but Neil said if I put ‘announcement’ in there it would sound like something else. And nothing doing. Which is unfair on many levels. So the title does what it says: We’re moving back to Edinburgh! Regular readers will know that we moved from Edinburgh to the country four years ago. My postnatal anxiety was still a thing, and I honestly thought the fresh air…
And so, Isla has this thing where she holds doors open for me. I don’t make her do it, she just does. On a recent family road trip, after a coffee run with friends, Isla was there at the door, on her mission. A stranger comes along and pulls the door wider. Isla stumbles back, but not that far, still looking at me. Takes up her space between me, the door, and the stranger. And then the stranger says to…
I’ve finished all the chocolate, so I guess I better get back to work. Hi. Happy New Year. The kid went back to school yesterday, and I’m trudging through post-holiday blues. Which replaced during-holiday blues, and moonlighted for my generalized anxiety disorder. It’s not just for Christmas. The Christmas road trip and other stories is still coming up, which includes how I met Orla at Fancy Paper. But today, I’m jumping on the yearly goal declaring bandwagon. For the past…
