My husband and I chose recently, for some inexplicable reason, to move to a new state where we know no-one (something about career progression, great opportunity, blah blah blah). While I am enjoying being able to wear a T-shirt in November, I am mourning the loss of the really spectacular mom community that was as…
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I have lived in 22 separate dwellings in my life, which means I have moved 22 different times. The first few can be attributed to my family; as a baby, I didn’t really do anything to facilitate our move except sit around, shitting my pants and wondering where all my toys were. But at LEAST…
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