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Tuesday, February 4, 2014

How This Blog Came to Be



Our move was not ordinary. I will not diss any move. None is ordinary; each is unnerving--I’ve moved enough to know. But this one is particularly blog worthy: Moving from Houston, Texas to St. John’s Newfoundland, Canada in the dead of winter between snow storms, with two dogs, one which once had her own blog.

Despite shaking heads and warnings from friends in Texas and Canada not to move Annie and Layla until Spring, we decided that our furry girls’ rescue-dog spirit would guide them through the ordeal. We are a pack after all. Besides, from what I’ve heard, Spring is pretty much the twin sister of Winter in NL. I will let you know.

Anyhoo, the process began long ago. The first flutters of My Hero’s possible transfer to the St. John’s office came in April (2013.) The Boston Marathon tragedy happened. My mom’s health took a dive. I was packing for our trip to see Utah—Bryce and Zion Canyons—via Phoenix, a visit with our amazing AZ relatives, the drive past Hoover Dam, and a night in Las Vegas. Our first childless vacation in 30 years. Our boy, youngest of four, was away at college.
The trip to AZ/Utah required packing winter and summer wear in one suitcase, and quickly I remembered that winter wear takes up a whole lotta room in a closet (or suitcase.) Move to Newfoundland, and I’d deal with this on a regular basis. Oh, well. No worries (yet.) Moving to St. John’s, NL? Merely a whisper on a breeze.

While I can only speak for myself, it appears most Americans know nothing about Newfoundland. I, for one, knew nothing. Of course I had to do the research. I’m a writer. After searching the Internet, I’ve decided more people need to write about Newfoundland.  Pinterest provided brilliant photographs.

A few years ago (several fews,) my sixth grade social studies teacher Miss Sims asked us to write a report about a European country. More proof that I have selective hearing, I picked Nova Scotia. Nova Scotia is neither in Europe nor a country. It is a Canadian province. So I wound up writing about France, I think. Nevertheless, my pre-assignment research led me to fall in love with Nova Scotia. I’ve always told My Hero I’d move to Nova Scotia in a heartbeat (if The Company wanted to send us there.)

Newfoundland is closer to Nova Scotia than I’ve ever been. A friend who knows told me that Newfoundland is better than Nova Scotia. I trust her.

Move to Newfoundland? Let’s go!

Stay tuned. Next… Our house packed professionally—it only took six days.