Thanks for all the kind words of support through this move. Boy, have I needed them. However, despite the misgivings, I have a new home for my hobby, managing to create a little space away from the often desperate cruelty of ‘reality’. It’s taken a few days but despite the injuries, hostile environment, soul searching over the meaning of the struggle, and disputes from the higher ranks (the wife), here is where we are...
Things I’ve found that I hate about moving.
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My wife belly laughing at how much stronger my 23 year old son is than me.
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My wife laughing even harder at my 16 year old son outlifting me.
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When I said I wanted a house near the water I didn’t realise it’d all be in the basement.
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Worrying about what my new modeling space in the ‘Summer House’ will feel like in ‘Winter’.
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Not actually modeling.
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The groin injury (no, seriously, try pulling the Inguinal Ligament falling out of an attic; childbirth is a walk in the park).
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My sons’ slightly concerned faces as they say “ it’s ok Dad, we’ll take care of the heavy stuff”.
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The shoulder injury. Torn rotator cuff; the only pain that can outpain a pulled Inguinal ligament.
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Everything.
Now that feels better, got it off my chest a little. Catharsis through ‘social scale modeling’.