New adventures

A few days ago on my way home from shopping I noticed this beautiful scene. The day was dark and cloudy, except at the moment when the sun was trying to appear.

Two days before my house was to be listed for sale my kitchen lights decided to burn out, hence the long walk to London Drugs to buy spare bulbs. My house sold the day after it was listed. Now I am trying to find time each day to walk and take in views around the neighbourhood that I will never see again. I have 7 weeks to pack up the house and move.

Some people consider me crazy since I am still trying to decide which town or city I would like to live in. I think I have narrowed it down, but am a long way from finding a new home. The once-in-a-lifetime snowfall that hit Cape Breton this past weekend has helped convince me that I should keep that in mind as a summer or autumn place to visit…not my permanent home.

This morning (while trying to get motivated to start tidying cupboards) I watched the movie “Belfast” where in the middle of the conflicts of 1969 a young family struggled with making the decision to leave Ireland for a better life in England. In the end they left granny behind, as she would not leave her home in the city where she spent her whole life. It made me think of how much I have wandered from home to home, never having the need or desire to remain in place. I have become used to starting over. At least this time I am not starting from zero as I did in the past.

When I moved here 10 years ago, it was to be my last move. I loved it here, and still enjoy the chance to get out and walk almost daily. The winter is seldom very cold, and the summer not too hot. The music scene here is busy and excellent, and there is so much to do when I stop being afraid to leave my house and face people. But, feeling so far away from family and isolated on an island has helped change my perspective.

I am off on another adventure, and am nervous and excited about what is next.