Shedding another address

I’ve moved house 16 times. It seems I’m rather commitment-phobic regarding addresses, rarely staying in one place for more than two years. Not necessarily by design—things just happened, as things do. And I’m about to do it again. It’s commonly touted that moving house is one of life biggest...

Spoiled by Choice

I can make a high-stakes choice easily enough. Which country to live in. Which career track to pursue. Dramatic differences in variables make it simple calculation. But I’m terrified of ice cream parlours. I go into them in the first place because I’d like an ice cream. Then I...

INTJ: The Myers-Briggs toe tag for my brain

Being told I have the rarest personality type among females is said like some sort of congratulations. As if I’m supposed to feel good about being more rare, more special, more whatever-distracting-adjective-they-use. Well, I’m not distracted. I know what they’re doing: trying to spin it so I won’t realise...

The Biscuit Test

I ran an experiment with the boys, last week. I like to see what data can do for me. I use it to make decisions in all other areas of my life, and with this parenting task being so significant, I need data in spades. For research and training...