Welcome to my blog. As with most things I'm way behind the times, but I suppose it's better late than never! First of all thank you for joining me here. I'm afraid I'm not much of a writer, nor am I a very good photographer. I'm not terribly witty or clever, I don't have any exciting recipes or money saving tips to share. I'm not even sure why I've finally decided to blog, and yet here I am.
And of course all day long I had interesting things to write running through my head, and now that I've finally found the time to sit here and get it all out....nothing. Go figure.
At first I wasn't sure what I wanted to write about. The obvious subject being my boys, but the more I thought about it the more I realized it could be more than just chronicalling the day-to-day goings on of my little rascals. It could be an outlet for me, sort of a theraputic way to find my place here in our new town after having moved from Toronto almost a year ago now (how has it already been a year?).
So I'll start with a confession. I have not been entirely happy here, and let me explain. When we decided to move from the city to Georgian Bay, we were SO excited. Excited for the change, excited for the new opportunities, and excited to start fresh and raise our children away from the polluted, loud, hustle-bustle of city life. We saw this as our chance to make it right and get on track. So we did it, we took the plunge and moved 2hrs away from everything we, (everything I) had ever known.
Now first of all our timing was terrible. I mean, who decides to move away from all your family and friends and everything familiar one week after having a new baby? Not to mention we didn't even move right into our new house, we had to stay elsewhere temporarily while we waited for our house to be ready. Tyler was working so much, not only had he just started a new job and was trying to prove himself, he was also working on getting our house into a liveable state for us. Needless to say those early months were very, very stressful.
But back to my point. It has been a struggle for me. I do love this town, and I love our house. That is not the issue. But I think I hugely underestimated how much I would miss all that was familiar to me. It has been a very long and lonely winter.
Spring has arrived though, and I am feeling good. Although I still dream of moving back, I am trying to embrace life here and all it has to offer. I'm working on meeting people and making friends, and getting out of the house as much as possible. We have finally gotten around to getting a YMCA membership which has been a fantastic way for all of us to be active and social. Things are starting to look up.
So dare I say that finally, almost a year after packing up and moving, we are starting to feel at home.
That is all for now. It all sounded so much cooler in my head as I thought about this post throughout the day. Oh well, I promise to have more interesting things to write about one day! :)