Today we've lived in Edinburgh for exactly years. If the first year was about adventure/adjustment, and the second was actively settling in, then year three was actually being settled. For me this was the year I stopped being homesick for DC. Not that I don't still love it there, but I rarely think about or compare the two anymore. The streets here are starting to have so many memories of their own. Each one reminds me of moments from different seasons I've had here and the different people I've been here. Craig says for him its the year he realized he wanted to stay. Not that we know if we can find a way to stay, but still. Its been a significant academic year for him too, and this next year will be more so. Unfortunately we were not in the most celebratory mood this morning. I don't know about you, but five months of relative isolation is where I hit a wall. I'm very much wired for the aloneness, but the lack of activity, adventure, and direction is wearing ...
My grandad died surrounded by his four siblings singing him hymns, his wife of 66 years and his daughters holding his hands. I could not imagine a more peaceful or dignified way for my Grandy to go. Everyone should be so lucky to die this way. We were able to keep him comfortable but the pain falls to those of us left to go on without him. My Grandy was a sharp dresser. He was a handsome guy. He smoked a pipe and the smell suited him like a nice cologne. He kept everything so neat. As a kid I would marvel at the things in the office room of his home. It seemed to be filled with treasures, well polished, and I wouldn’t dare touch anything. He kept his garage floor so clean you could’ve eaten off it. He kept pictures and mementos in there like it was just another room of the house that also stored cars. It was so weird and nice. Despite its pristine nature, nana and Grandy’s home has always felt so comfy to me. My Grandy always tried to convince me to play more golf. His argument w...
I stopped reading books sometime last year. Between the trials and tears of submitting Craig's school applications and the 2016 election season, I was feeling depressed and overwhelmed and not motivated to read anything except for the depressing and overwhelming news. And while panic and outrage still hits me over the state of the nation just about every day, my overall mood is tons better since this summer, and particularly since the move. Thanks to this, regular long bus rides, and a book group with new friends, I'm happy to report that I'm reading some again. Easy but interesting books that have brought me enjoyment and renewed enthusiasm about this terrible and wonderful world. Here's what I read in August, September, and October. Gifted to me by my Scottish senior pastor in DC. Interesting angle on Scottish history. Read on the Paris trip; related to the author's joys and pains of moving to a new country. Murder and hi...
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