Directions have never really been my thing. That internal compass some people possess, just doesn’t exist in me. Turn me around and I’ve lost track of where north is. So not being someone who likes feeling lost, I have learned how to use a map REALLY well and can navigate anywhere as long as I have map in hand (not that helpful in the woods, but great in the middle of Paris lol).
So in those times when a map is nowhere to be found, I always joke that my “homing beacon” automatically takes me East – towards that place I still call home, even though I haven’t lived there in almost 20 years. Being a Newfoundlander is a special thing. I definitely didn’t appreciate it when I lived there, and couldn’t wait to leave when I graduated from university. But over the years, in each visit home (and each homesick moment here in Ontario) I have re-framed my view on that beautiful place way out in the Atlantic Ocean. Along the way we have instilled in our two children the importance of home and family and now it is time to put our money where our mouths are, so to speak. The four of us are packing up the house and moving back to St John’s this summer.
Not an easy decision, since our life in Ottawa is pretty sweet. But it’s now or never. My kids are teenagers and getting older by the second (eek!). The pull towards our family and the ocean has worked its magic and we are taking this
crazy exciting leap and moving “home”.
My DH has an amazing internal compass. When we are off the beaten track, he has led me down many paths. And each time I implicitly trust him to lead me home (left to my own devices unguided, it is debatable whether or not I would make it myself lol). This new path we are taking is a combination of that gut instinct of knowing in your heart where you need to be, combined with a figurative map to help us make the best decisions we can. This blog is about our migration home and any adventures on the way.
My homing beacon is calling me.
I am a proud Newfoundlander who has been living in Ottawa, Ontario for the past 19 years. My DH and I have decided we are moving back “home” with our 2 teenagers. As excited as we are, I am sure there will be highlights and challenges for us all. And I thought I would share some of them here.