I can’t hop on planes when I find a good deal anymore — nor do I really want to, to be honest — but the writer and the mother and the person that I am is still informed by the mid-twenties person who did.
Love all the threads in this piece and how clearly you tie everything together. I also loved reading "That fearlessness, energy, and hunger for all that life has to offer is still in me. I can’t hop on planes when I find a good deal anymore — nor do I really want to, to be honest" and would be really interested to hear more on that.
I just found your substack pretty recently, and excited to read more of your work! :)
Beautiful Rosie. Now being in the “other side” of parenting I can promise you the thrill will be there especially when you experience it with and see the same excitement through your own childrens eyes. Worth all the messy diapers in the world!
I’m right there with you in the throes of motherhood deeply longing for adventure and also finding it in my arms.
Someone linked this on Notes and I'm glad I read it! I have a keychain from Toronto that I bought when I moved there in 2014. A totally different time. Thanks for introducing me to the topic of 'transitional objects' -- I wrote a song about something similar recently, and how objects like this become 'fossils' in our lives, dug up years in the future and remembered for how life was then.
This was such a lovely piece to read, Rosie. I am currently that past version of you and have been worrying about the future a lot. Your words brought me peace and made me realize that even if this era ends at some point in time, I never stop being that adventurer and dreamer. Sending u love! 💌
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