It seems as though I have been restless for the past while. By ‘while’, I mean my entire adult life. I have a tendency to hop from place to place every few years, starting fresh each time. Others may look at this behavior and think I am crazy, but I like to live a nomadic life and I like beginning new adventures. Sometimes I feel a little bit like Dr. Sam Beckett on the excellent TV series, Quantum Leap, only I control where I land. For the past four years, I have lived in Southern Quebec, which, when I left last week, looked like this.
At the age of 47, I have come full circle. Last week I moved back to the British Columbia town in which I was born. It welcomed me with rain (but, as those in B.C. are fond of saying, “at least you don’t have to shovel it”). The past few days, however have looked more like this.
It’s that time of year when the snow drops and the daffodils are both in bloom, the leaves are coming back onto the trees and the air smells clean and fresh. A wonderful time of year to start anew.
I am back to looking for work, but at least this time I don’t have to do it in more than one language and walking all over town doesn’t feel like such a chore. I am looking forward to my adventure here, wherever it takes me.
5 thoughts on “Go west, middle aged woman”
Congratulations! Wishing you good fortune in your old haunt!
Thank you so much.
Good luck- I wouldn’t know you on the street. I have no idea what you look like or your name, but I consider you a kindred spirit and, as always, I am rooting for you.
Ah yes. I am shrouded in mystery, yet I am an open book. Perhaps I am written by Agatha Christie 😉 Thank you so much for being on my side, that means a lot to me.
Good magic always happens just after completing an orbit! Keep your eye out 🙂
You guys are so lucky you get to experience the seasons. We just get summer and mild-summer, hot n’ stormy or mildly chilly n’ dry… Nothing to really speak of in-between.