When my little family first moved to Ontario i came with an open heart and the mind frame that it would be difficult to start over and find my place in the new community. And it was very hard. For a few years I felt alone and out of place. I had come from a close knit, hippie, bubble community where ‘everyone’ biked, climbed, travelled, drank coffee, had kids later in life and could sit for hours talking about adventures, real food eating and next travels. People told us we would hate Ontario having come from the Rockies. Despite we tried hard to stay positive and open minded.
When we got here we immediately started running, pedalling and paddling our way through green spaces and waterways. Just 7 months after our relocation I started my business. Slowly my business started to attract the like-minded people I was afraid I would never find. Slowly we started to find our kind of mountain bike trails, the best road trips for ski hills, the culture of the near by cities, the expansive amounts of water to explore and of course the best of the best of coffee shops, farmers markets, and real food eats.
But still for literally 3.75 years of being here, I dreamt of the day we could move back West. I still urned to be back where I had laid my only roots down and to sit with my ‘people’ over a coffee each week. Then I was out one evening with my girlfriends (some of those very like-minded cool people i thought I would never find) and I had a moment. I realised the very thing I was missing back West I now had in Ontario. I had created a strong community, a feeling of connection, and a purpose out of nothing. A true sentiment that home really is where you make it, where your heart lies and where you cultivate a community that helps you be a better you.