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A Secret...

On the 4th of July this year I wore Union Jack underwear. Take that America! ha!

Only kidding. Not about the underwear part though.

Had an evaluation appointment with the Psychiatric Department today. Turns out I have anxiety with slight OCD symptoms (go figure). I have some appointments later in the month for a medication evaluation and psychotherapy. Meh, fix my brain please?

I have a fun weekend planned, drilling holes in walls, putting up shelves and maybe painting. Also fixing up those tables I've been saying I'll do forever. Lets see if any of it gets done? Can I make time for a photoshoot with the boys as well? Or for playing with the new Macro lens? Hrm.

Oh and I totally de-cluttered my kitchen this week. I win. got rid of 1 bag of rubbish, one bag of donateable items and a couple of unused appliances (where when and why do we even have a george forman grill? LOL)

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I am a 24 year old British stay at home mother to a two year old boy. Married to a U.S. soldier and currently living in Germany.

I have seen the Vatican from the very top of St Peter's Basilica, the mud in the World War I trenches outside Ypres. I have walked through Montmartre side streets bustling with people in the evening, gotten lost in the streets of Greenwich Village NYC, run through cornfields on the Welsh border and sat outside with a cup of tea watching fireflies in the fields of the outer Chicago suburbs.

I have held the hands of others through addiction, fear, suicide, despair and come out the other side. I have left everything behind to begin anew.
I have fought mental illness and walked through snow in the mountains of the lake district, England. I have explored the morgue in the bowels of an abandoned hospital on a summer evening, climbed to the top of scaffolding on the outside of a five floor warehouse to look at the city lights of Nottingham at night and I have watched the sun setting on the Texas horizon.

I have held my son's tiny hand through the plastic window on an isolette in the NICU ward. Walked, speaking only in whispers, through the catacombs beneath the ground on the outskirts of Rome and seen the fireworks over Heidelberg castle.