A Perfect Storm

This’ll be a teaser of an update because I want to fully appreciate the present while I’m still here, in North Carolina, in a beach house with people I love. A tropical storm has been pounding the region, but I couldn’t care less because, well, I’m here, in all senses. Physically present. Emotionally present. Neurologically capable of sopping up every little bit, of relaxing, of enjoying and appreciating the fruits of my—our—labour.

One of the aspects of this trip that’s been most rewarding is that everything has felt relatively effortless, natural. My husband and I have slipped back into a rhythm and mode that we once took for granted and that, until recently, we thought we’d never again experience. Confident in our ability to handle accessibility-related considerations, we’ve become older, more mature versions of our past selves.

Once I’m home in Toronto, I’ll undoubtedly write a post or five recounting this vacation in detail. For now, I’ll leave it with the sentence that keeps circling around my head and coming out of my mouth: “If you’d have told me a year ago that I’d be in North Carolina right now, I’d never have believed you.” It’s true. What a life. What a trip. What excitement. What motivation to keep pushing.