Wow, how can it be 18 months since last I wrote here? This blog feels like it's been written by a different person with a whole different life, and I guess in many ways, I am. Since last I wrote in this space I spent a year living alone in Halifax, working on a second Masters degree whilst continuing to teach. I had a roommate....shout out to Lily; and a bunch of crazy, fun friends. I walked this bizarre line between being a young academic and also being a masters student, and it was WEIRD. For much of the year nobody in the MA program knew I taught next door. I thought it would be a little out there, so I just didn't talk about it. The boy moved away to school and I found the time apart was a good thing. I started feeling like me again in many ways. Just when I was rediscovering my yoga practice, it was time to go.
Fast forward to the present...Christmas 2013 I think should be filed away under "days I really don't need to remember." It's been a shitty holiday, and if you know me at all, you know I look forward to this and Halloween like your proverbial 6 year old. Why so shitty? My fault completely. After all, we create our todays, we make our realities what they should be, and instead of living in the moment and making each day an adventure, I have spent these last months since I have been away from the page, NOT living, but simply existing. I've allowed myself to allow circumstances to define me and not remember the important things. Part of the problem has been my not making time for the things this blog is supposed to be about. This time the enemy isn't the couch however, it's been too many hours at my desk or just doing diddly. I know I'm hiding. I'm hiding because I'm scared, scared to make changes, scared to admit things are moving in the wrong direction and I don't know how to stop and get off this train.
Since September I have been teaching at Acadia University in the
Annapolis Valley, right on the Bay of Fundy. There's supposed to be 14 beaches here, which makes sense when I point out we're on the Bay. I've seen 3. When I got here the plan was to get out and discover the Valley (or become an alcoholic which would be a good plan in a region known for its vino). It started well, we hiked and worked out a lot, until the boy's demons caught up with him again and things just stopped. Last big hike was Cape Split with my buddy Tim before he moved back to Nebraska.
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| Tim, Jason and I at Cape Split |
Before that Mel and Chris stayed over and we did Scot's Bay & Blomidon before they left for Ontario.
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| Mel & Chris @ Blomidon |
Maybe that's the trick - more people need to move away. I don't for one second fail to appreciate the beauty here, it just feels really isolated.
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| Past the orchards is the Minas Basin |
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| Reservoir Park, aptly named |
Today we went snowshoeing. Everything said stay home and feel sorry for myself, but we went out there - it's gorgeous. The winter ice storm we had a few days ago has left behind a beautiful landscape. So who knows what adventures await tomorrow; rumour has it there's a polar bear dip at
Kingsport for New Year's... Merry Christmas bitches.
