Category: Musings

I take this quote as my own little meditation; a reflection to inject into the day when I happen to remember.

When, and more importantly how, does a house become home?

This apartment has held us through many big life events and in one week it won’t be our place anymore.

I love the end of the year because it feels like we are all headed towards a collective hibernation. The start of another year feels refreshing and hopeful.

I didn’t realise that within this journey of becoming a mother that there would be so many beginnings and endings. From the outside looking in they are small, but in my heart they feel huge.

Wouldn’t it be great if every insecure young person could be put into a machine where they were transported into a version of themselves as an old person for one entire week?

I’m standing at the doorway to a new life but the door to get to the other side is still locked. I knock impatiently but no one answers.

Life is a series of chapters that each play a part in our life story.