As this post is published, it is December 12. A normal day for most folks, apart from some heightened holiday cheer and gift-giving stress. Maybe you had to scrape ice and snow off the car windshield before work (Michigan), or maybe it’s drizzling outside your bedroom windows as the radiator hisses (England). For me, though, December 12 isn’t a normal December day. It will forever be the day that my visa expired, and I had to move away from my adopted home of England. It is the day I transitioned from being an ‘expat‘ to being a ‘repat.’
Thought I would smoosh my October and November monthly recaps together, because somehow October got away from me! By *somehow* I mean, I know exactly how. I had a life changing surgery at the beginning of October, and everything else kind of fell by the wayside. (Don’t worry, I’ll explain more below!). Looking back at these past two months, though, I can’t believe I’ve done as much as I have post-op! Here is a little recap for you all…
I have big news, everyone. I got all my Christmas shopping done before December 1st this year. I know, right? No, I’m not a super organized person (ha!). What I do have to thank for this feat is a little coastal town in Northern Michigan: Traverse City. I’ve loved Traverse City for years, from childhood visits to my cousin’s destination wedding a few years ago, but always viewed it as a summer town. What I discovered during my most recent visit, though, is that the Traverse City shopping scene is another reason to love this town.
Ahh, Detroit! Motorcity, Motown….. Gluten Free Heaven?! After spending years growing up and living in Michigan, I finally made it to Detroit (twice in the last month!). It’s definitely a city that gets under your skin and keeps you wanting to come back. The huge variety of gluten free Detroit options may have had something to do with that!
Wellness travel… a buzzword that has been floating around the internet and travel sphere this year, but what does it really mean? As I’ve struggled balancing my chronic illness with travel this year, I’ve been thinking a lot about what wellness travel means to me. So often you see wellness travel portrayed as exotic travel to fancy spas, couples massages on the beach, and other luxurious experiences that aren’t necessarily accessible to people like you and me. For me, wellness travel is less about these extravagant experiences, and more about being kind to myself.
Just over a month ago, I was waking up from laparoscopy surgery between the starchy sheets of a Michigan hospital bed. Above the overwhelming nausea and the muzzy anaesthesia brain, I was given my results: endometriosis. Specifically, adhesions and bowel endometriosis
Oh my friends, it has been a lazy month of blogging for me, but I just needed to pop by and share about my birthday weekend in Detroit! This was my first birthday back in the USA and I really wanted to use it as an excuse to get my friends together in one place. However even among my American friends, we are spread out all over the place! A couple months ago I got my wheels turning about a good location that could be a halfway point for everybody and I settled on…. Detroit! Luckily, when I pitched it to my friends, they were keen too, and the plans for my birthday weekend in Detroit began.
Well, friends, long time no blog! In the grand scheme of things, a three week blogging hiatus is not much, but it felt like it after blogging twice weekly all summer. However this little break was much needed! I’ve got some exciting things planned for this space as we head into November, including a big road trip of Michigan. Over the last three weeks I’ve been recovering from my big (surprise) surgery at the start of the month, and focusing on other areas of my life.
Hey dudes! Can you believe September is gone? As this post is published, I am likely under general anaesthesia, away with the fairies in the hospital! I’ve had a rather last minute surgery scheduled to cap off a month of medical frustration (or maybe, to start a new month?). I chat a bit more about this in the ‘health’ section. But luckily, there were lots of fun things in September to complement my ongoing medical saga.
I realized this week that it has been one year since I graduated from my Master’s program in the UK. That also means it’s been one full year since I left formal education (for the first time since I first entered it 20 years ago). One year since I was set free on the world.
And what have I done in that year? Everything, and nothing, it seems.