Home sick

The last day in our York home.

There comes a time where you have to make decisions that are far more adult than you'd like, where a thread of circumstances starts to map out a path that you know in the long term is the best, but you don't want to walk it in the meantime.  I have so often spoke about the challenges faced having lupus and working full time,  having returned to work after having my daughter I began to face a whole new round of unfair expectations in my working life.  And so began the merry-go-round of having no option but to reduce hours, responsibility and pay, be exhausted and pay extortionate amounts of childcare all to ensure we were £400 better off than me NOT going back to work.
There's only so much you can blame Lupus for, yes perhaps things would have been different if I was a fit and healthy Mum, but it was time to stop making excuses, there was no possible way I could work full time with a child and a challenging illness, it was a struggle working part time.

King of the Castle

As I trundled my way to work on this beautiful sunny Sunday just past, I took in the familiar sights and sounds of the delightful city me and my husband are lucky to call home. Many things about that walk were the same, my legs were stiff, muscles in my arm sore and I felt the usual foggy headedness that plagues me every morning in the hour and half before my medication kicks in. But there was one thing that had significantly changed, the air was fresher, the sky bluer and as if someone had thrown the gates opened wide and beckoned us in like old friends, the whole city became a world of opportunity, that which finally opened Saturday when we were told we're eligible for a mortgage.