Restless Legs cured?

Well, not the medical malady. More the moving all the time thing. My friends mock me for it, those who choose to stay put for years and years can't understand it, even the local landlords have taken to asking me prying questions about my moving history. It's true. Since I left my husband, I've moved…

Yin and Yang

I've started a Tai Chi class, taught by a very soothing gentleman who is patient with our stumbles and questions and awkward poses. He may go home and snicker to himself, but somehow I doubt it. He seems suffused with calm. I find myself looking at him, wanting to get closer to his aura, somehow…

The love of a new bathroom floor

For most of my growing up years, I lived in the same small town, restricted by expectations and past experiences. When I married, I first escaped to London, UK for a year and a bit and then our multiply moving military madness started. We moved so often I got to be a pro at it,…

Going home again

They say you can't ever, ever, go home again. In a way, it's true. Life has changed, people have moved on, the place is subtly different and yet familiar. I recently went for a visit to Ottawa, my home several times over my life - as a new nurse, taking on my first, terrifying job;…

Moving and separating

Just had a lovely breakfast with one of my favorite people this morning. I can't believe that it won't be too long until I'm no longer down the street from her - she's been a rock, a support to me in my various life transitions. We've laughed over challenges and acquaintances and silly things, talked…

So I’m flighty, am I?

Egad. I've been told for some time that I'm a flighty gal, given to lack of commitment, flowing like the wind.  Lately, the noise is louder, now that I am thinking of moving far away, to the Maritimes, instead of being a good boring person and staying in one place. This is beginning to really…