… and, I’m back …

It has been almost 4 full years since last I posted on this site, and true to the quote that I chose to feature as my tagline, in the space of that 4 years, I find myself another, and yet the same …

Things that have changed: I have moved from a large metropolis to a small northern city, exchanging crowds and easy access to just about anything you can think of to (mostly) quiet streets and almost instant access to some 330 bodies of water and a wide expanse of bush and forest. Another huge change is that I have moved from permanent full-time to temporary part-time employment. My life has slowed down considerably, and I like that, though I will admit that at times I do miss some of the amenities and, sometimes, even the crowds. The past year has been a period of transition, to say the least.

When I began this blog, I had a vision in the back of my mind about a future where, once I was no longer having to report in to a daily job, I would adopt some largish hypo-allergenic dog, name him Buddy, acquire a Tiny House on wheels, and then ramble about for the next several decades. I would spend winters in the southern US and summers in Canada. I started preparing for this life by buying a folding bike, downsizing my possessions, whittling my wardrobe down, reducing my reliance on electric appliances, and engaging in discussion with myself and others about the benefits and disadvantages of compost toilets and living “off grid.”  But as I learned more, and started following blogs by tiny-house owners, I learned about some not so minor challenges about travelling with a tiny house. You need a large truck with which to haul the house. Large trucks are not cheap to buy nor to maintain. You need to be able to hook the house up to said truck, and, once arrived at wherever you plan to spend the night/week/month, you need to unhook house from truck, level it, attach all the necessary hoses and cords to ensure adequate heat, plumbing, running water, etc. With some alarm, I also learned about things that can go wrong, about the kinds of  engineering and mechanical problems that arise on the fly. Roofing tiles and sky lights get damaged by low-hanging trees. Trucks develop mechanical issues. Plumbing fails. Black water systems break down. Things fall apart.

And I realized that as companionable as Buddy was likely to be, he was not going to be much help with any of that. A tiny house seemed to come with some not so tiny challenges, and I didn’t feel equipped to deal with them solo. So then I began to dream of Buddy and I living out of a largish camping van, which is less likely to run into the kinds of problems that the average garage isn’t experienced with.  Our travel would be limited to climates that allowed us to live our lives largely out-of-doors (because, as friends and family hastily pointed out, Buddy would need room to wag his tale, and I would need to be able to stand upright on a regular basis). The van idea might have worked, but it appears that even hypo-allergenic dogs are no match for my heightened sensitivity to animal dander. Over the years, it’s become clear that no fur-bearing animal and I can co-habitate without my requiring some serious medications. My pulmonologist strenuously discourages any such co-habitations. And yet I could not imagine life on the road without some kind of companion. So, back to the tiny house plan I went, this time imagining a tiny house community. That’s a plan that by it’s very definition requires a community. That means more time to design, to plan, and more people to do all of that with. When my job ended (more on that some other time, maybe), I had an opportunity to think about how to achieve some piece of that dream.

I am not just back to this blog, I am also back in my home town. As it became clear to me that my tiny house/camper van travels could not materialize in quite the form I’d hoped, I thought about what might replace that dream. I thought about where I might be able to land, for a least a while, so I could figure out what this next phase of my life might look like. When I closed my eyes, what came to me was the sound of the wind in the pine trees and of lake water lapping. Those sounds hearken back to my earliest memories, my most comforting moments. And so I came home a year ago. Kinda like a slow boomerang. When I left some 19 years ago, I flew out in a wide arc from Sudbury to the Pacific Northwest for several years before looping back to Montreal before finally circling back to Sudbury. The views have been spectacular, the experiences many and varied. There is an old saw that claims you can never go back, but that’s not quite true. You can’t go back to what was, but you can go back to something different. And so I have. Sudbury, like me, has changed quite a bit in the 18 years I was gone, but in many ways it remains the same. Re-greening projects have changed the landscape, there are trails and pathways that facilitate cycling and walking, and a number of groups have established strong cultural roots in the city. Friends and family have come and gone and stayed and relationships amongst and between us all have changed. Even with all those changes, there are still familiar landmarks and faces.

Four years: my city of residence has changed. My employment status has changed. My closest companions have changed. My long-term dreams have changed. And yet I remain the same: still exploring and still searching, still figuring out what the heck my life is all about and how I can best go about living it. The last twelve months have been nothing if not interesting and rewarding. There have been challenges, and not all of them were anticipated or welcome, and some were real disappointments. Sometime I WAS the disappointment. But there have also been unexpected opportunities, kindness, encouragement, support, excitement, and growth. It’s been a ride, and it’s far from over.

 

 

 

My bucket list…

I just learned about the concept of a bucket list. Apparently there’s a movie , which I’ve not seen, but has to do with two terminally ill cancer patients who escape from a hospital and embark on a road trip with a wish-list of to-dos to complete before they die.

I’m not ill, not dying (at least not anytime soon that I’m aware of) but I like the idea, so I’m going to start that list and see where it takes me.

So here goes, a few preliminary items for my bucket list:

a bicycle tour of Prince Edward Island

a bicycle and/or walking tour of Scotland

buy a cottage with space enough for a vegetable garden

Hiking trip to the Pacific Ridge

Spend a summer in the Banff region

Spend a couple weeks camping/canoeing in Algonquin Park

Knit Winter Wonderland

This is kinda fun! It’s a bit of a challenge too. I don’t want to add something unless I’m sure it’s actually possible, and I also don’t want to add something unless I’m absolutely positive I really want to do it. For example, for years I’ve been thinking about a trip I read about once that involves camping on a flat barge as it makes it’s way down the Nile. I’d love to do it, but I’m not sure how serious I am about it.

Making up and refining this list will be an interesting process. I dunno why I’m so taken with the idea. I guess I’ve always had a kind of wish-list floating around the edges of my consciousness, but I like the idea of actually writing it all out. As I’m discovering by the fact that I’m reluctant to put some things down and don’t even think twice about some others, writing it out is actually proving to be a process of making some level of commitment!

such a simple idea. I’m glad I bumped into it.

Additions:

Live more simply (I’ve reduced my trash output to one bag a week, would love to get that down to once a month or even less)

eliminate all dry-cleaning items from my wardrobe

Go on a yoga retreat at Quebec’s Sivananda Ashram

Figure out how to live without a fridge

Write that collection of short stories that has been running around in my head for ever … (even if I’m the only one who ever reads it!)

Get vacation time for just me and my grandkids

(added March 25th)

Bicycle along Route Verte

Finalize divorce

Bring joy to someone’s life

… more to come!