An Eventful Week (or, “a week full of events”)

Last Thursday we returned on the train from York to Doncaster, enjoying one last chance to experience the UK with the carefree attitude of souvenir-shopping tourists. No longer was there a life to plan. Friday we enjoyed one last dinner with my aunt and uncle, our gracious hosts during this two month stint of ego, … Continue reading An Eventful Week (or, “a week full of events”)

You can’t go home again… and other facets of denial.

Moving out of my childhood home was a gradual process. I'm a gradual process person. Not cold turkey; a "weaner", if you will. When things happen suddenly, I forget Douglas Adams's best advice.... (Read: I panic.) I get stuck in an odd state of shock only calculable as a sick ratio beyond my mathematical skills … Continue reading You can’t go home again… and other facets of denial.