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Nomad Down: September 2012
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Thursday, September 13. I am getting to the age where a lot of my friends who I thought were in solid relationships are breaking up. And divorcing. The people I always counted on to be together are no longer together. But we stay together because we don’t have a choice. We love each other so much that nothing and no-one else will do. We joke that if we split up, we’d still have to live together because we can’t live without each other. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Nomad Down: Hey, world.
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Friday, July 10. Writing so long after anything else is making this feel like a journal. A long, empty, white expanse that I can fill my silly, pointless thoughts with. So - who am I now? I am most definitely a mother. I am a fighter. I am a lazy cleaner. I believe in love. I believe in fighting for what's important. I believe in passion. I want everyone to understand empathy and to consider the other side. I want my children to be safe. I want the world to turn out okay. I want to turn off the news.
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Nomad Down: July 2015
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Friday, July 10. Writing so long after anything else is making this feel like a journal. A long, empty, white expanse that I can fill my silly, pointless thoughts with. So - who am I now? I am most definitely a mother. I am a fighter. I am a lazy cleaner. I believe in love. I believe in fighting for what's important. I believe in passion. I want everyone to understand empathy and to consider the other side. I want my children to be safe. I want the world to turn out okay. I want to turn off the news.
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Nomad Down: August 2013
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Sunday, August 4. Racing home across the rectangular expanse of grass and getting stung by wasps on the bottom of my feet. The smell of the Rhein, how clear the water is: that I'm scared of seaweed. Reasons I learned certain German/Swiss words: I learnt the word 'bloed' because someone called me stupid because I couldn't understand them. How mean 8-year-olds are. The violent, pervasive rain that comes after hot, humid days and the relief that comes with it. The kiosks selling Rivella.
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Nomad Down: Here is the post where I need space to rant, whinge, whatever you want to call it.
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Thursday, August 9. Here is the post where I need space to rant, whinge, whatever you want to call it. Being a working mom is hard. I hate it for many reasons; number one is being away from my son in his most formative years. I really don’t. People don’t even small talk with me. I smile at people and it gets ignored. I feel like a social leper. And on top of all this, I want to scream ‘I DON’T CARE! I don’t want it to be. At 30 years old, you think it wouldn’t be. But here I am again,...I can tell you do...
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Nomad Down: Things I forgot
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Sunday, August 4. Racing home across the rectangular expanse of grass and getting stung by wasps on the bottom of my feet. The smell of the Rhein, how clear the water is: that I'm scared of seaweed. Reasons I learned certain German/Swiss words: I learnt the word 'bloed' because someone called me stupid because I couldn't understand them. How mean 8-year-olds are. The violent, pervasive rain that comes after hot, humid days and the relief that comes with it. The kiosks selling Rivella.
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Nomad Down: December 2011
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Tuesday, December 13. Last day of my twenties. Today is the end of my twenties. I feel a lot stronger about this than I ever thought I would. 30 is. an adult. 30 is seriously an adult. I am not an adult. I seriously do feel like I'm pretending and the 14 year old teenager inside me is giggling away, excited that she's getting away with the pretense. And here I am turning 30. A lot can happen in a decade. Monday, December 5. Why do I look at their pictures and get lost in a world of 'I wish I was.'.
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Nomad Down: December 2012
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Tuesday, December 4. I have the pregnancy weeps today. That’s all I can describe it as. It’s a day where I need to just stay home, cuddle Milo and cry. A lot. I am weepy today. I am overwhelmed. I have to be managerial and hard-headed. I don’t want to be here. I want to be home. Being a hard-ass superwoman is really difficult. I certainly am not one. You definitely can’t have everything. I don’t want to be a grown up anymore. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Nomad Down: Last day of my twenties
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Tuesday, December 13. Last day of my twenties. Today is the end of my twenties. I feel a lot stronger about this than I ever thought I would. 30 is. an adult. 30 is seriously an adult. I am not an adult. I seriously do feel like I'm pretending and the 14 year old teenager inside me is giggling away, excited that she's getting away with the pretense. And here I am turning 30. A lot can happen in a decade. Your decade of the 20s sounds amazing and wonderful! Bring on the 30s! Love you, happy birthday!
