One of my hobbies is looking at houses I can’t buy and daydream about where I’d put what, how I’d work the gardens, things like that.

But you know what always makes me a little sad? When I’m viewing a listing, the bathroom has rails or a shower seat, or there’s some other sort of mobility aid, and the first thing the description says is ‘no forward chain’.

In one of those rare instances when I actually got to talk to my mother about politics/the economy(rare because I refuse to talk to her about much of anything when she’s drunk), I finally vocalised the fear I have about the future. 

Not my personal future, because that’s fairly certain for awhile, but of the world in general. This presidential election in America, Syria and its fallout, things like that. I feel like as someone who has studied a lot of history I see a lot of familiar situations that Ended Badly and honestly it just makes me feel sort of small and helpless before a giant wave. 

I’m sure it doesn’t help that the high energy mood I was enjoying for the last few weeks has finally given way to the more prevalent listless melancholy, but that fear remains the same, just felt differently. 

I suppose all I can do is make sure my absentee ballot shit is completely in line so I can make my small contribution to do what I think is right.