
Leaving a place can feel a lot like losing a relationship. I came to Toronto in my mid twenties: some 16+ years ago. I love this city for many of her qualities. I will always believe this is one of the greatest cities on earth, in spite of those who perpetrate violence and crime. They are not Toronto… they are misguided souls who happen to reside here.
Just as it’s possible to love more than one person, it’s possible to love more than one place. Prince Edward Island will always be my first home: the first land I loved. Toronto is my second home and leaving is bitter sweet.
So why go? I’ve been asked lots of questions over the past few weeks. Fairly so; after all I decided to move 28 minutes after my plane touched down in Vancouver. It was my first visit there and I was struck by an epiphany: “I’m going to live here.” From that moment I couldn’t stop thinking about how to make it happen.
British Columbia is beautiful. Being a costal gal, I was drawn in by her ocean. The mountains clinched the deal for me. Two of the best things nature offers, sitting there, next to each other. I continued to fall deeper and deeper in love with the place as the days passed. When I left, the missing was intense and it has remained that way.

Sometimes we have to take risks that would normally scare the shit out of us. I’m a rational person. I’ve always looked at all sides of the equation before rushing in to large decisions. Not this time. My gut spoke and I’ve ignored every suggestion that this might be a bad idea. It may sound crazy to pack up a life and sell enough stuff to pay to move the stuff I want… but that really was the only plan I had. So far, it’s working smashingly.
Life’s opportunities rarely wait till we can afford them. Sometimes we just have to trust that everything will work out. We have to welcome success and shut out the “what-ifs.” Money is a convenience ~ it should never dictate our lives. For anyone who is thinking: “Easy for you to say,” well, I had $24 to my name when I arrived back in Toronto and announced I was moving to B.C. As for assets: long gone. It doesn’t take long to blow through savings and RRSP’s when one is ill and unemployed for a couple of years. However, I have always trusted that I would be okay and things would work out. So far, there has always been enough to get by. There has always been a roof. I’m extremely lucky and blessed. A little faith goes a long way
I was fortunate to have my family visit last week. We toured the city and visited many of the places I love. It was the first time here for my nephews and they had the time of their lives. From the Metro Zoo, to a Blue Jay’s game, to the ROM, Castle Loma, a harbor cruise, the Distillery District, the Eaton Centre, the CN Tower, and on and on… they loved it. I felt blessed (and exhausted) to be able to be a tour guide to MY TOWN one last time. It was the perfect swan song to end one chapter of my life and to bid a proper farewell to a city I love.































