The Great Commute

One of the most challenging parts of Political Wife Life is the commuting. Every Sunday we pack up the family, the zoo, a few perishable groceries, my make-up bag, and a few favourite articles of clothing, and travel from the district to the capital.


Living in two places (on one income) is an art. Living in two places with an infant is a challenging and exquisite art form. As much as I would like to think my nomadic skills are that of Michelangelo, in reality they are more of a why-does-everything-looks-so-strange Picasso.



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