Even after Larry and I made “the big decision” to quit our ‘good’ jobs and leave the vibrant city of Toronto to move to this tiny village of 800 we both had mixed feelings about what was coming. These feelings swung from elation to stomach-churning anxiety. Usually, we didn’t have them at the same time, so we could give each other support.
The fear stemmed from wondering about how well our reasons for moving would stand up after the ‘honeymoon’ was over.
Moving to Bear River could mean:
1. The chance to garden and to live closer to nature
2. The opportunity to pursue our art lives full-time.
3. Involvement in an arts community
Now that we’ve been here for 4 ½ years, I can say that those three broad areas have fulfilled us in ways we couldn’t have anticipated back when those words were just a list on a piece of paper.
I’ll be back to tell you more about it.
Right now I have to do some stretching before I continue with weeding one of the 6 flower beds I’ve created. Then I’ll be baking some cookies to take to the $12 music event tonight. Larry is creating tickets for the fundraising Mardi Gras event coming up on May 4. Tomorrow we’ll be attending 2 art shows openings that I have pieces in. We were so busy with all of this that we missed walking with friends on a sand bar at low tide that connects us to Bear Island.
It’s like we imagined this life years ago and now we are in it.
What I didn’t anticipate is the welcome we would receive. people were friendly, included us in gatherings, dropped in to see how we were adjusting, invited us into their homes.