Six months ago, we left behind family, friends, school, work, a beautiful home and, sadly, our beloved dog as we boarded a plane to Canada. People asked us if we were crazy. They were admiring, yet skeptical, as they watched us farewell the people and places that were so much a part of our lives. And they were so, so wrong.
Of course, since arriving, we have had our fair share of embarrassing moments and giggles at the differences in culture and language (if I mention my thongs, please forgive me).
The novelty of snow wore off once I shoveled a foot of it from the driveway, and I’m the first to admit that there have been entire weeks when leaving the house with two small children and all the coats, mittens, scarves, hats and boots required seemed like an insurmountable task.
A slip on ice and subsequent broken elbow were also a tad challenging. But there was something truly magical about sipping eggnog, listening to carols and watching Christmas cooking shows while the snow fell outside on Christmas Eve. And there is something equally magical about the new life all around as we now see the first signs of spring.
For a girl who has lived her entire life in a sub-tropical zone, it’s been a long wait to spend time in my new garden and each blade of green grass or non-Raven that I see makes my heart leap. I look forward to spending summer exploring the breathtaking landscape around Tumbler, not just hiking, but also camping and spending lazy weekends with Tim and the kids splashing in the creek and trying not to fall in the lake.
But even more than the beauty around us, I’m excited to be spending it with the truly wonderful people we continue to meet here.
Thank you, Tumbler Ridge, for the warmest of welcomes in the coldest of winters.