Spring has us springing across much of Canada to be closer
to family. When the notion of moving from the sleepy Vancouver Island community
of Oak Bay to the bustling city of Toronto crossed our minds it caused shivers-shivers
of apprehension. We enjoyed nearly three decades in a community where your
neighbours were friends with whom you shared vegetables and fruit from your
garden and tea on the patio. A short walk to the ocean was a given. On the
stroll to the esplanade we would perhaps meet three or four cars. Everyone you
met said hello. The "main" street was really an English
"high" street. A difficult place to leave.
The draw. What would coax us to
make the move? Once we mulled it over the emotions moved from trepidation to
exhilaration. Of course, the main draw is living closer to family. From a five
hour flight to a twenty minute walk. Far better that video messenger. We listed
the other pluses and made the decision to do what was described many times as
brave. That word was annoying at first. Later we lived what was included in my
previous posts, the ultimate pressure cooker. Was it always smooth sailing? Of
course not. Non-writing work ended. No place to call home. Numerous flights.
Never knowing for sure where we would sleep the following month. Now we are
three days away from our new high-rise home in the heart of a big city.
So the year-long journey ends
and we are thrilled with what we did and excited with where life has taken us.
The city offers us nearly endless options for entertainment, food, and travel.
The new start has even energized my writing. I'm working on two novels. One is
nearly done and is set in deep space. The second was inspired by our research
in to big city life. Once we take that final thirty minute drive to our new
home I know that the ideas will gather quickly.
We are almost home.
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