Some serious grit

So, it’s uh, been a while since the last post hasn’t it?

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There’s been stuff you see.  Some of it good stuff.  I had a baby!  Yup and 15 months later, she’s still in one piece (if you ignore the recent, slightly wonky fringe trim and the extra large hat she now wears to cover bad styling.)

I also relocated from London, my northern hemisphere home city of the last 14 years, to join the movers and shakers in the potentially more manageable metropolis of the north of England, which henceforth shall be known as Manchester.  Or if you want to say it really annoyingly like a pirate that just stepped on a nail, “…Man-CHES-tAAAAaarrrH.”

I miss the friends and networks I’ve built up over many years in the capital, but despite the emotional complexities and separation anxiety I’ve been jiggling with every day, I put this move to Manc-land in the ‘good stuff’ basket, because it’s meant the following:

  1. Change with a capital C – a big old leap out of the comfort zone.  I find when you’re approaching 40 (or even 30, or 25), change helps to prod you into brushing your hair and putting on eye liner in the morning, amongst other things.
  2. It has brought my fella and I closer as a couple/family unit/crime-fighting duo.  Okay, yes, I made that last one up, but while leaving jobs, wading through the madness of moving to the opposite end of the country on a shoestring, and managing an increasingly energetic and strong-willed small person who’s existence has taken over my life, nothing knits you together like being strangers in a strange town. I mean, nothing threatens to break you apart either like the energy-zapping slog of life admin, endless job-hunting and child-rearing.  Not to mention the emotional and psychological mind mess that is dealing with the local benefits office. (That, dear reader, is a whole other post.) Thanks to buckets of persistence, stubbornness, and necessity, one of us (the fella in this case) has achieved the status of gainful employment once more, but frankly it’s been a proper tightrope walk for the past eight months and the only way our marriage has really survived is combination of Friday pizza nights and a mutual dependency on CBS Action’s Star Trek programming to laugh at.
  3. The move has given us the chance to be closer to Mr Lottijots family, and for my daughter to get to know her Merseyside brethren.  She is the first baby in the family for several years – they are clearly nuts about her, and she delights in the attention of adoring adults and older cousins, so until she starts throwing epic tantrums (and food) it’s win-win.

But there’s been bad stuff too.  No pearls without a bit of grit as the saying goes (or should), and people, there’s been some serious grit in the past year.

Moving always comes with challenges and the fella and I, despite our best efforts, are yet to feel at home in our new city.  I know this will eventually change, but right now Manchester is still a stranger – friendly, lively and offering canals with geese and a couple of new tram lines – but not as yet familiar to me the way London was, where I’d built up my geographical memory maps of a thousand little moments from the last decade and a half.  We’re both still reeling from the blows to our egos (and bank accounts) that comes from leaving behind London employment, transport links and salaries.  On top of this, we know only a handful of people in Manchester and for me particularly these days as a full-time mum, deeper friendships and relationships take longer to build as my own life (or rather my daughter’s) takes over, and the opportunities to hit it off with a like minded soul seem more random.  Mind you it’s not all Nellie-no mates –  some new, kind faces and a few friends-of-friends have invited us for cakes and ale, so at least I know we’re not totally unappealing on a social level.  Eventually we’ll manage to locate a baby sitter on an irregular basis, and find the funds and energy to drag ourselves back into the real world where the grown ups live.

But all this is small potatoes compared to the big stuff.  At the end of 2015 we lost my mother-in-law, a wonderful, stubborn, brave woman who was swallowed by cancer and all it’s complications, before we could believe it had happened.  The family thrashed through Christmas on a wave of grief.  My daughter was 9 months old and didn’t know what was happening and thankfully wrapping paper and Yorkshire puddings were all she needed to have a jolly festive season, but it was hard to keep things upbeat when the rawness of a vibrant life just departed was everywhere.

Then, a few days after Christmas, my grandfather died.  He was the last of his generation in the family, and while the shock was not as harsh as that of losing my mother-in-law, it was no less painful to know he’d gone.  It was 26 hours and two long-haul flights to Australia with a baby by myself (and then back again a few weeks later).  But it meant I was with my family on a humid, Queensland afternoon at a peaceful, well-filled service, to say goodbye –  a few shaky words for the group on behalf of my brothers and cousins to try and capture what having a kind, funny and loving grandparent meant to us.  For that I am truly grateful.

I haven’t even begun on the changes having a child has brought into my life or how incredible family and friends have been in supporting us, but right now you have things to do – tea to brew, meetings to prep for, that dancing cat video to watch.   It does however lead me nicely to my twee and unoriginal summary of what I’ve gleaned from these past months…

  1. Be kind to yourself.  Yes, sometimes you mess up.  Sometimes you don’t have the strength to keep your feelings bottled up.  Sometimes you just want to doze for 20 minutes on the couch while the baby naps instead of doing yet another tax credit form or calling the recruitment agency again or berating yourself for feeding the baby fish fingers and breadsticks for dinner.  But everything is going to be OK.
  2. Don’t give up.  I know it’s easier, and it sometimes seems the sensible option.  But you can do it.  And if you need a photo of Ryan Gosling saying ‘Girl, you got this‘ to motivate you, then print 100 copies of that shit and paper the roof of your house with it.  Give Tim Peake and those space station guys something new to look at.
  3. Big up the little things.  Healthy as a clam? Rejoice! Baked some muffins? Get in!  Did your ironing? Skillz!  (And do you fancy doing mine?)
  4. Finally, love who you have in your life and what you’ve got.  Whether it’s many or few, blingin’ or broke, super-duper or driving you a wee bit nuts, give ’em a squeeze.

    It makes the world a better place.

    hey girl gosling

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In memory of his mum, my husband is cycling from Manchester to London for charity. If you’d like to donate, its simples, visit his JustGiving page here.  Big thanks.

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3 thoughts on “Some serious grit

  1. Hi Loretta, lovely to read your blog and I’m sorry to hear about your mother-in-law and grandfather. The trials and tribulations of having a toddler, not enough readies and having moved house with no job are horribly familiar! You’ll get there, don’t worry. Hope to see you again before too long. Maybe next time I visit my bonkers in-laws in Warrington? Nicky x

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