A Life in Lengths

I have a clear memory of my first time in the deep end of a pool. It was during a primary school swimming lesson in a pool in Luton. I must have been around seven years old. A brand new sensation of weightlessness and excitement. I felt brave and grown up and that’s where my … Continue reading A Life in Lengths

World Childless Week in Woman and Home.

Mid April 2023, I was scrolling through social media, and spotted a post from my local Facebook community group. A journalist was looking for women in their 50s for an article she was writing, about how they had found ways of making friends. I immediately thought of the friendships and connections I have made in … Continue reading World Childless Week in Woman and Home.

My heart is at home in: Tokyo. Part four.

https://ninaisinhere.home.blog/2022/04/10/my-heart-is-at-home-in-tokyo-part-one/https://ninaisinhere.home.blog/2022/04/11/my-heart-is-at-home-in-tokyo-part-two/ https://ninaisinhere.home.blog/2022/04/15/my-heart-is-at-home-in-tokyo-part-three/ After returning from Tokyo in 2015 my life progressed, my career progressed and my MS progressed. X leaving me was the best thing that could have happened and I wish I had realised that many years earlier. I had fun internet dating but didn’t meet a new partner. My family was rocked by … Continue reading My heart is at home in: Tokyo. Part four.

My heart is at home in: Tokyo. Part three

https://ninaisinhere.home.blog/2022/04/11/my-heart-is-at-home-in-tokyo-part-two/ Beginnings and endings were a big part of my life in those few weeks. The fact that the cherry blossom bloomed on the day I arrived and was falling off the trees when I left certainly feels significant on reflection. It was a time of change when I went to Japan. The day before … Continue reading My heart is at home in: Tokyo. Part three

My heart is at home in: Tokyo. Part two.

https://ninaisinhere.home.blog/2022/04/10/my-heart-is-at-home-in-tokyo-part-one/ The last night in Tokyo X had a DJ gig. Beforehand we had been out for an amusingly bizarre meal, taken a final selfie together and for me the trip was over on a high. The DJ bar was not accessible so I stayed at the hotel and he would be back by midnight, … Continue reading My heart is at home in: Tokyo. Part two.