Coming Home Forever

I was a child when my parents came to Canada from the U.K. and never quite felt I belonged here. We lived in Montreal for two years and then Toronto for about 40, but when I first went to Halifax, I was smitten. It felt like home.

As a professional writer, I have been to many places and composed stories and articles about most of them; it was a media familiarity tour that took me to Wolfville in the summer of 2007. I went back that Thanksgiving, and spent time in Yarmouth and Cape Forchu. And back again at the end of October to settle on a place to live in Wolfville.

On November 18, 2007, after selling half of my worldly possessions, I got in a 14-foot U-Haul truck, with my collie, Fiona, and my five cats (all in carriers), loaded with my possessions and towing my car on a trailer, and drove home, stopping overnight on the 1800km trek, in Rivere-du-Loup.

I lived in the glorious town of Wolfville and explored the rest of the province, for two blissful years, until love called me back to Ontario. I had reconnected (37 years later!) with my true love from high school, and his business had him situated in Whitby, Ontario. This time I hired a mover for my goods, and I drove back with Fiona and the cats in our little Corolla; it was with very mixed feelings. Nothing other than love could have torn me away from Nova Scotia.

Jim and I have now lived together in absolute happiness for 10 months, but we have pined for home. His business situation has changed and on June 29th, we are making the same journey I have now made twice; we are driving home to Nova Scotia, to life. Back to Wolfville. If we ever come back to Ontario, it will be for the sole purpose of visiting friends and family. Nova Scotia is where we feel alive and will spend the rest of our lives.

I left only to claim my love, and now I;m coming home forever with my "prize".