Here I go again

In 1977, my parents drove me to Mississauga, Ontario, and dropped me off at a college residence. My 18th birthday was still 6 weeks away and I felt like a lost puppy, sitting there in my tiny room, terrified to go out and explore my new world. I survived residence, graduated college and ended up living in the communities west of Toronto for 12 years.

In 1991, my then-husband, Phil, and I decided we wanted to live in British Columbia and within 6 weeks we had uprooted our whole lives and were on the road, with no jobs to go to and no place to live. I lived in BC for seven years. A year after leaving Phil I moved back to Ottawa, where I was born, to be close to my mother.

And now, in 2005, just seven years after I got here, I'm about to do it again. Tear up all my roots and move to a strange place. I thought I'd never do this again, though a mild temptation has always been there. I thought I was too old, I thought I would never leave my mother again, I thought I had become settled here and would never *want* to leave again.

But about 6 weeks ago, I got a phone call that changed all that, and now I'm starting to prepare myself to move to Halifax for a year. Do I have a seven-year itch? My marriage lasted 7 years. I spent 7 years in BC. And now I'm leaving Ottawa after only 7 years. I gotta have that looked at. Maybe there's an ointment that'd clear it up.

So, I thought I'd start this blog, an online diary, to share with my family and friends so they can keep up with what's going on with me as I prepare to move, and especially with what goes on in my life during my year in Halifax. I can share what's going on with my days and even share photos! You can even leave comments on my blog entries, which I'll welcome (though you may need to have a blogger account to do that...not sure).

I don't promise to write every day, or even every week. Knowing me, I'll write a lot at first, and then the entries will taper off and I'll only write when something major happens. Which will be fine with all of you, I'm sure, as you would find it boring to constantly be reading about the minutiae of my life (well, I'm sure Mum would devour even the minutiae! LOL).

So, I thought I'd start by posting something I wrote a few weeks ago, when I first found out I might be moving. That "might" is a critical word in relation to that post, as it was the uncertainty that was driving me crazy at the time.

I hope you'll enjoy following me on my next big adventure. Hoping the blog will help you feel closer to me...I'm REALLY hoping it helps ME feel closer to all of YOU.

Enjoy.