Ah. Whoops. I didn’t mean to disappear, Roanoke-like on you.
My idea that somehow when I went back to work after maternity leave last year that I would have more time for…well, much of anything at all- proved nothing short of delusional. With hindsight, all I can say to myself is “um, duh.” My own little inconvenient truth turned out to be that there was no time, ever.
I spent most of the past year like one of those dogs chasing her tail on the beach. I went round and round pretty much all day until I fell over, slept a little- then did it all again. Occasionally, wistfully, I would compose a blog post in my head, but I never seemed to have a chance, much less the energy to write it down. So the days went past, turning into months.
Then we decided to sell our flat and uproot the whole family to the countryside. The consequences of that decision have consumed almost an entire year and it's still not over yet- all being well, next week we will finally get into our new house after nearly three months of being between homes.
I'd like to say I'll come back at some point and who knows, maybe it will happen. Experience has shown- never say never.
But I’d like leave with you with this in the meantime: I think we’re having a happy ending. Does the Internet permit such a thing? Because we are happy. Nothing is perfect, of course. But contrary to every expectation I ever had on the subject, I’ve come out of some very bad times entirely blessed with a lovely husband and two beautiful, bright, charming children. At the end of each whirlwind day, I watch the kids rolling around on the floor tickling each other, Botany giggling and Colt flashing his wide sweet smile at everyone. What an utterly delightful surprise he is. I am astonished on a daily basis that I ever doubted whether to having a second child. And Botany has mellowed somewhat into a sweet and kind little girl. She's terrible at listening to directions, prone to having her head in he clouds and sometimes drives us crazy; she reminds me of a lot of myself, actually.
When I was a student I was forever receiving comments from my teachers that my concluding remarks in all my essays were a bit...weak. I suppose winding things up just isn't my forte and I expect this to be no different. I will say this: I thank you all for reading, for being here with me in good times and bad- and I wish you well, until next time.