I had, indeed, been living on the periphery, but when my husband and I moved, we made new friends. I kicked ass at work. We traveled and experienced all we could. I stopped working 17 months ago when E, my daughter, was born. Now, instead of kicking ass each day, I putter. Between diaper changes, reading The Very Hungry Caterpillar for the umpteenth time and daily loads of laundry, I am a bit stifled.
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