If you’d have asked me a few months ago if we would be packing up our lives and heading back to B.C. when Ken’s 1-year contract wrapped up I would have told you that it wasn’t even up for discussion. Nova Scotia and I had been living out a torrid love affair and I was falling harder and harder as I got the chance to dig in to new food projects and lots of community development.
Then, in April, what I knew secretly in my heart was true all along became a stark reality. Nova Scotia and I were star-crossed lovers – perfect for each other at the wrong time. Ken’s contract was up. The universe steadfastly demanded that we stick to the terms of the life deal I’d negotiated a year earlier.
We would indeed be heading home.
It’s bittersweet, this reverse trek back to our friends and family, so many of the people and places that we missed so deeply during the last 12 months. There’s a sense of utter love and joy to it, a familiarity that so very much did not mark the journey to The Maritimes. We are headed to a place that knows us well.
But, the passionate weather, constant salty breeze and feeling at every step that life has been lived here in Nova Scotia for a very long time may never fully leave me. I have been truly moved by this place.
Enough sappy though.
We decided that doing this 6,500 K trek twice in one year meant we learned a lot of things the first time around – first and foremost that these sort of adventures should be stinking fun.
So, we hit Canadian Tire for some serious stocking up and are camping our way – over the next two weeks – back to B.C
While our relocation location is a matter of national security, we are totally pumped that at least a bit of our summer will be spent with family and friends on Vancouver Island. I can taste the crispy polenta at Avenue Bistro right now – sitting across from a half dozen of the greatest friends a girl could be lucky enough to know.
I feel like I should do a montage of Nova Scotia awesome. But, for now, let’s just say that I will miss being woken up by transport trains and shift change horns on the Halifax Harbour at 3 a.m.
But, pitching a tent across Canada with the two tiny people is sure to be at least mildly epic. Stay tuned as I’ll be blogging daily about our adventure for the next two weeks.
Au revoir Nova Scotia. Mon coeur est à vous