It’s November 21st, which maybe doesn’t mean an incredible amount to you but it means an incredible amount to me. Roughly 90 days ago my best friend hugged me goodbye and left me at the airport with 2 huge suitcases, a Vera Bradley duffle bag and a flowery backpack. I stumbled through the airport, waddled my way through customs and found myself embarking on a new adventure in Nova Scotia (or as I like to kindly refer to it the ” Canadian Wilderness”). I was really freaking afraid. As unfulfilled as I felt in Seattle at that time I was still comfortable and I really didn’t want to loose that stability.I knew what to expect working as a nanny every day. I knew how to scrape by and make ends meet (and still have money for Starbucks every morning). I knew the best libraries and coffee shops to sit and write. I knew the best running trails. And even though I only had a few friends, I knew who they were and I didn’t want to leave them. But that period of my life was coming to a close. After graduating my mind, my heart needed something new. I needed a sunrise and so I flew across the continent to find one.
Now I’m faced with the equal and opposite situation. I’ve grown accustomed to my life in Halifax and it’s time to return to Seattle. I’ve formed habits and routines and I’ve left pieces of my heart scattered every place I’ve come to love. As I anticipate my journey home I don’t want to forget how happy I’ve been here the past three months. Nova Scotia has been incredible from weekend trips to beach resorts with rabbits hopping around the grounds, to horseback riding and ropes courses to charming little fishing towns to discovering Valentino rock studs in a little consignment store and dancing the night away at fancy charity balls…I’ve truly had the most lovely fall and I am so grateful. Before I arrived I never could have imagined the things I would experience. I never could have anticipated what a perfect best friend and partner and crime Gen would be to me. I spent so much time worrying beforehand about being alone and about feeling lonely. When I look back I can’t help but think someplace, somewhere, someone must have sprinkled a bit of Fairy Dust on my life and I am still in awe. & That my friends was the Nova Scotia chapter in the little book that is my life.
After my terribly early flight tomorrow morning I’ll spend a week in Napa Valley for Thanksgiving before returning to Seattle for December. I truthfully can’t wait to leap into Nicole’s arms the moment I get off my plane but beyond planning to see catch up with friends I really have no plans. I know where I’m staying for the month of December but beyond that is a mystery. Where will I live? Where will I work? How will I manage to pay bills and entertain myself? What will my life look like? At this point I don’t know whether I’m experiencing a sunrise or a sunset. I’m the weirdo who has locked themselves in a ro0m without windows and is completely ignorant about what time of day it is at all.
When I left I thought a period in my life was ending. I thought I was leaving nannying to become a big girl and join the “real world”. I did that and now I’m not so sure. I loved my job in Nova Scotia (I am SO THANKFUL for the opportunity) and I would love to find a similar job in Seattle but I don’t know what’s around the corner (besides student loans that need to be paid…I know about those). So for now I’ll be a big girl, a grown up, in a different way and I’ll do what I need to do to give myself a place to sleep and food to eat and peppermint mochas every morning. Hopefully I’ll figure out what I really want to be working towards along the way.