This is about how I pretty much lost my shit.
In just a few days, my little company turns two years old. So strange. I can’t remember what life was like BS (before Stark). Or before I had a baby. Or before I met my husband, for that matter. Even though all those things? Individually, doesn’t even add up to 8 years total! I really can’t get over the idea of time. You think you kind of get how long an hour, a day, a week, a year feels, and then things like hitting 30, being a mom and/or launching a business happens. Then you realize that you had no idea what time was before. Or if you did “get it” at some point? It’s different now. Just as I’m sure it will be and feel different in a few years time.
I think I may need some kind of intervention. I had created a nice little washing routine in Kuwait with my beloved honey and rosewater, and then when it was time to leave for Italy, what did I do? Intentionally NOT pack these items. I like to travel light, which is difficult with a baby, so of course, being a mother, this often means sacrificing my own creature comforts to make sure the baby Z has all the socks and array of cute hats his little heart could ever desire.
Just over 2 weeks ago, Adri the baby Z and I packed a few bags and left the keys to our cozy Montreal apartment (and cats!) to a friend, not to return until March. This is the first year that we’ve decided to take advantage of our flexible lifestyle and say arrivederci to the insanity that is Canadian winter and ma’salam alaykum to warmish weather (and that’s a hint as to the 2 very different places where we’ll be!)
This, of course, is a fantastic idea, so that’s not what I’m alluding to by the post’s title.
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