Trip To Sheffield
Today I went up to Sheffield to see my other cousin, husband and their child. While there, I gave away my old wooden train set to the one and a half year old to trash play with. I feel a little nostalgic at it's loss, but it's good its bringing joy to someone. It also survived me, so I have some hopes that it will survive him.
The trip was long, and made longer by the fact we had to make a side trip to pick up my cousin (her sister) near Ely. The fact that Sheffield and Ely are both north of London is pretty much where any geographical similarity ends. My cousin is living in a house with her (long term/serious?) boyfriend while she recuperates from a busted knee, so by picking her up I got to meet him too, which made it a bumper day for significant others.
I made the trip en femme, under the traditionally shortened Polish form of my name. Everyone made an effort to call me by it, which was good. I was quite terrified by it, but it was also same old same old, in that I've come out to many people in the last few months. I never knew stark raving terror could acquire a level of familiarity.
My other cousin had decided to embrace the whole transition and bought me clothes to try on. The bad thing is that my taste and her taste just... don't match. In fact, both my cousins don't really dress like I'd like to dress. The good thing is, of course, I figured this out, and I have two pairs of leggings and one top that is not hopeless. My style seems to be more conservative dress, with long skirts and chunky jumpers.
I tried playing with the little kid and looking after him a bit. I don't think I'm made to look after kids, part of which seems to be down to the whole childhood not playing with girl's toys. It's a bit late to start training on the live ones.
The trip was long, and made longer by the fact we had to make a side trip to pick up my cousin (her sister) near Ely. The fact that Sheffield and Ely are both north of London is pretty much where any geographical similarity ends. My cousin is living in a house with her (long term/serious?) boyfriend while she recuperates from a busted knee, so by picking her up I got to meet him too, which made it a bumper day for significant others.
I made the trip en femme, under the traditionally shortened Polish form of my name. Everyone made an effort to call me by it, which was good. I was quite terrified by it, but it was also same old same old, in that I've come out to many people in the last few months. I never knew stark raving terror could acquire a level of familiarity.
My other cousin had decided to embrace the whole transition and bought me clothes to try on. The bad thing is that my taste and her taste just... don't match. In fact, both my cousins don't really dress like I'd like to dress. The good thing is, of course, I figured this out, and I have two pairs of leggings and one top that is not hopeless. My style seems to be more conservative dress, with long skirts and chunky jumpers.
I tried playing with the little kid and looking after him a bit. I don't think I'm made to look after kids, part of which seems to be down to the whole childhood not playing with girl's toys. It's a bit late to start training on the live ones.