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Toronto, Ontario, Canada
A wandering spirit, a nomadic heart. I go where the wind takes me. With no place to call home, everywhere I go is home. Concrete and soil. Land and sea. Home is where the heart is. Right here in my chest.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Been a long time comin'....

Well, it's been a mighty long time since I wrote something down in this here ol' blog. Time to dust you off!

After my trip to Europe, I pretty much just stayed put, back in the lovely city of Toronto. After more than two years with my feet glued to the concrete, I felt it was time to put my feet back into the soil. B.C. soil, to be precise. So off I went. I gave up my nearly perfect Palmerston Avenue apartment and sold all of my hand picked furniture, shed a lot of tears and bid farewell to my Toronto life and all my dear friends. It was hard. Really fucking hard. But at the same time, I knew it in my heart, it was what I needed to do to get the wheels turning again.

I first landed myself in the ever so quaint and charming city of Victoria. I had lived there briefly, when I was 20, lasting about 8 months. This time I lasted about 2 and a half. The first month was the sublet from hell, followed by 28 days in an elevator shaft... And I'm not kidding! I decided it might be fun to spend a month at the funky downtown Ocean Island Backpackers Inn hostel and took the cheapest (and tiniest) room they had. That room being their old elevator shaft that they had converted into a tiny room. Or as I liked to call it, "The Box of Existentialism". It was just a breeding ground for those sorts of thoughts.

After that, I got to strike "living in James Bay" (for about two weeks) off of my bucket list. But my heart just wasn't feeling it. I needed a mental vacation. I needed the quiet. So I packed up my things once again and headed back to my folks in Campbell River (admittedly, not y favorite of towns) to be allowed the freedom to just breathe and not worry about what to do next and to allow things to just happen as they happen. No pressure, no deadlines. A time to relax, unwind, detox and recharge.

But now I am ready to move on to the next adventure.... French River, Ontario, here I come! I'll be working at the Chaudiere Lodge, as a server and housekeeper. My off time will be spent hiking the many trails, learning how to fish, and going paddling in canoes and row boats. That all ends in the autumn and then it's on to the next adventure.... South-Southwest U.S! Because we all know all I feel about cold winters.