Redefining What Mobile Means

Growing up, I was mobile, we were about as mobile as they came. My Father got his marching orders, we packed, we moved, and we plunked ourselves in a new country, with little contact to the rest of our family. My Father, orderly to a fault, would make sure our basics were met, food, clothing, shelter and school. The rest, was up to my insane Mother, who was blind to all warts, she saw every new country, even in its war torn stage, as a new, beautiful adventure. Between the 2, we were immersed in a countries art, food, language, and political state. It is how I fell in love with the anthropological side of every country we ever stepped foot in.

That state of mobility, had its advantages. I never had roots, I never had to make a deep and lasting friendship, I never had to love a country or a people for longer than 3 years, I knew I had an escape. That mobility, that sense of needing to leave, would later bite me right in the arse when I met my husband, and had a baby of my own.

My need to see the world, but also give my son a sense of community, and a sense of place has been so important to me. I have had conflicting emotions over the last year, full well knowing, I need to stay, I need to create a home, something stable for my son to always come back to. I wanted him to feel that he had other adults, friends, mentors, and sports that he could lean on. I, having grown up mobile, never had any of that. I was talented, so talented in keeping people at a distance, that my Father groomed me, to keep that distance in pursuit of a career that truly made me ill. What I learned in all of it, was the day my Father died, I had no one outside of my immediate family. I had made sure I kept everyone at a distance, and my parents mobile life created the perfect opportunity to not have my own community that I could lean on when I was grieving. In fact, our mobility, crippled my core without knowing it, while also making me need that sense of adventure that only travel gives.

So, I have set a plan. I have been reaching out to old friends, and I am going back to my past. I am revisiting countries that were significant to me, and finding those souls that meant something to me, but were long forgotten. We are making a home in one place, and I have opened my heart, for the very first time, to having people visit, to us being mobile enough, that we hop on a plane and visit friends.

I want my son to see, I am not afraid of having roots, but also making those connections around the world, because my roots are in fact, around the world! It dawned on me, I can have both, and I can love the adventure of both.

So where is my first stop. Well, it will have to be Ottawa of course!

Dip Kid


Capsule Wardrobe

OMG, I did it, I paired down my wardrobe to almost nothing…

For a couple of years, I have researched, checked out other blogs, and hummed and hawed about getting rid of half my wardrobe, but I was terrified. For 2 years, I cried every time I had to get dressed up, I felt horrible in 99% of my things, I was holding onto clothes that no longer fit me, but somehow, I thought I would, eventually.

Here is where I remained stuck, and unhappy. I had too many clothes, the majority of them didn’t fit, and were the wrong colour for me. After having a baby, I somehow lost all sense of style, so I got into a habit of buying cheap, ill-fitting clothes and lots of them. I did not know how to dress for my body, or my new life outside of an office. As I have become healthier, mentally and physically, my mentality began to switch.

As we were going through our house, and chucking things that we were holding onto, the lighter and clearer my mind became. I was happy, and no longer wed to holding onto things.

One day, I had an epiphany, and I went with it. The daunting task of going through each and ever item became easier.

  1. I started with a base colour. Most people choose black, which was always my default, but to be honest, depending on the dyes, black is a really hard colour to keep, and can look cheap. So, I decided to opt for navy. It is not only classic, but looks fantastic on me, so it was a no brainer. I got rid of every last black item (accept my black workout wear, there was just no point). This process actually made things way easier, as the navy blue stuff in my wardrobe was actually the more expensive pieces I love.

2. I was then left, with 2 pairs of jeans, 4 tops, and 2 pairs of shorts. Not exactly the biggest wardrobe. but dang, it looks so pretty to open a wardrobe, and everything fits, looks lovely, and can mix and match.

3. I then went to Ikea, and bought all new hangers. I bought the wood one’s, which not only look nice, but separates each item evenly so it is easy to see.

4. I then took all, and I mean, all, of my shoe collection out of their shoeboxes. Which was probably the most emotional task I have ever done. I decided that if I didn’t start actually wearing them, they weren’t worth keeping. Keeping them out of the shoeboxes, means I know what I have, and can just pull whatever shoe I want out at any time.

I still have some work to do, and holes in my wardrobe, which I will start documenting, but honestly, I have had no headaches, and dressing up has been a blast.

What does your wardrobe look like?

Dip Kid