Those of you who have been following my rather sparse posts over the last few months heard that I was making some big changes...and giving up the apartment in Toronto to live full time in Niagara on the Lake.
I bet on the farm, literally.
And after 5 months of living here full time I can say that I lost the bet.
We moved here for a few reasons but the main ones being:
my husband really hated renting an apartment. Paying someone else's mortgage is not for him and he thinks it's a total waste of money (and I can't disagree)
our landlord was annoying. She would call to see if we were home, because if we weren,t she'd use our parking spot. And she only ever called us when she needed the next batch of rent cheques. We paid six months up front, and when we were at month 5 she's start calling, emailing, visiting. Of course, when anything was broken in the apartment she never answered her phone, or email...
the rent was paid by my business, and I wasn't sure how running a business was going to work with a newborn baby. So we played it safe and stopped shelling out rent every month.
Now, these are all pretty solid reasons when you think of them on paper (or on screen in this case). But, there's a big factor that we really didn't think of realistically. It's called everyday living. And we didn't think about how our everyday life would be, if we lived in a totally new place, where we didn't know anyone, we had no support, and we would have to drive to do anything.
And wow, that was an eye-opener! It's like my life literally stopped.
I was alone in a big house all day, where I knew no-one, and nobody knew me. I had a baby that slept all day, and was pretty much home-bound.
Yes, of course, the house is gorgeous - If I could move this house to Toronto tomorrow, I would. And the land is beautiful - I look out my window sometimes and I'm still in awe of how gorgeous it is to have grass for miles, nice big trees, a huge pond, and a clear view of the Niagara Escarpment.
But that in no-way compensates for the isolation, slow pace, and total calm that this life offers.
When I moved here I had visions of gardening everyday, cooking beautiful, gourment meals, and having friends coming over every weekend to enjoy the local vineyards. None of that really happened. Having a baby is like being in a serious car crash. Your life stops, and physically you can't do all the stuff you did before. I tried, but ended up really delaying my recovery...
I somewhat feel like a fool for moving all the way out here to realize it's not for me. But, that's life, right? And as long as I can "course-correct" and get myself back to a happy place, it doesn't matter.
And, you know what? I can still garden, cook gourmet food, and have friends over for wine from my condo patio or backyard in Toronto!