My husband and I are nearing the two-week mark of a month in the UK, and man oh man. I knew that this is what I wanted and sensed that it was what I needed. I couldn't have anticipated, however, just how transformative it would be. As in, utterly, wholly world-shifting. This trip, the latest … Continue reading Back Where I Belong: Part One of Several
Last Tuesday, my husband and I touched down at Toronto’s Pearson Airport after a vacation to the West Coast to see family and friends (and to play tourist in my former hometown). In the weeks leading up to our departure, we were eerily relaxed. This lack of panic was, ironically, what troubled me most. While … Continue reading Selfish Sewing
My husband and I got home last Tuesday after a very full, very satisfying vacation. We covered a ton of figurative and literal ground in our ten days on Prince Edward Island: quality time with family on both his side and mine; visits to beaches, towns, and what pass, in that tiny province, as cities; … Continue reading Back to Reality (and My Sewing Machine)
A quick post, completely unrelated to sewing so I won’t even try to make a connection, while I wait for a flight. This’ll be my fourth major trip in a twelve-month span after a many-years drought during which the idea I’d ever again leave the hospital, let alone the city, seemed laughable. Yet here I … Continue reading On the Fly
Last night just after 10:00 PM EST, I wheeled through the door, had a third dinner, unpacked because I'm constitutionally incapable of neglecting a bulging suitcase for more than thirty minutes, took a long bubble bath, then slept for eight hours straight, unheard of for me. I woke up disoriented in my own bed, half-expecting … Continue reading Same Same but Different
I’m writing this (and publishing it, if I manage to finish it quickly enough) while on a plane bound for Victoria, BC. It’s been six years since I last visited the city in which I was born and grew up. The long separation hasn’t been by choice; until now, my health’s made the trip unfeasible. … Continue reading Go West, Young Wheelchair
My husband and I woke up early last Thursday morning, puttered around the apartment, and took a cab to the airport. Several smooth hours later, we landed in Boston. Next was a drive to New Hampshire, where we visited friends for the weekend, going to Maine both Saturday and Sunday. Monday we spent in Boston; … Continue reading On the Road Again (Again)
Here’s the second in what’ll likely be a series of posts about the trip I just took because I went on a week-long vacation in a different country, guys!!! (Emphasis very much my own.) Until a mere few weeks ago, it’d been many, many years since I’d last graced an airport with my presence, let … Continue reading Wheels Up!
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 … Continue reading A Perfect Storm
My husband and I were away this past week, this time even further from home and for a little longer than we were gone our last trip. Three nights, lots of excitement, lots of doing the right amount of nothing. Wandering, exploring, being spontaneous. It was glorious. We booked a hotel and a car a … Continue reading On the Road Again, Again
