The Last and First Days: Leaning into the Reality of our Nomadic Dream

Blood, poo, stress, exhaustion, heat.

Those are 5 words to describe the final days in our sticks and bricks nest.

I am 52 and in the midst of perimenopause. This month, that means that my cycle resembles that of an unlucky and inexperienced 15-year-old who wore white shorts to gym class…for 3 days in a row. On top of that, Ivar Needletooth, our small cat, has had something close to diarrhea since coming off of antibiotics 2-and-a-half months ago or so. Add her butt and my yoni to the…