I forgot how exhausting being disabled in a small town can be.
I love living in a small town most days. The slower pace, the quiet. I love the fact that most things are closed on weekends. It can be a bit of a challenge sometimes but the rest of the time it helps me stay present instead of days zooming by.
I feel more at home here than I have anywhere else.
But that doesn’t mean it’s easy to live here.
I am still finding doors I don’t fit through with my walker, short timed cross walks — and my least favourite stupidity.
Stupidity can look like a lot of different things to a lot of different people.