The first time I remember moving was when I moved away to college – a college that was only a 40 minute drive from my home. I was born and raised in a small town literally surrounded by family. The Mister grew up as an army brat, moving every 4 or 5 years, sometimes closer to family and sometimes farther away. We had different childhood experiences which shaped how we defined home.
We moved to Toronto after college into a triplex in August 2010 that my sister and her boyfriend owned after The Mister got a job in the animation industry. We eventually moved to the east end of Toronto and we’ve been there for over 3 years now. We’ve always known that Toronto isn’t where we wanted to end up but since we weren’t sure where we wanted to end up, we’ve stayed here. It was close to my sister but it was also close to my parent’s home. It was the safe option.
After our friends beautiful wedding in British Columbia, we would always talk about how beautiful it was, and the contrast between Toronto and the mountains of British Columbia. Like every good conversation, the friend’s wedding was just a starting point and we talked about a lot of things, including ‘where is home to us’. It wasn’t a very productive talk usually thanks to me being stubborn until he said one time, “Elyse, home is where you are.” It stopped me in my tracks because he was right. I was thinking home was a specific address, but it’s not. It’s where people you love are. Unbeknownst to The Mister, I couldn’t stop thinking about that conversation so when we were having a conversation a week later, I nonchalantly said, “I’ve applied for some jobs in BC, how would you feel about moving to BC?”. Although he seemed taken aback by the questions he quickly recovered and said, “Go for it” and a dream was hatched.
I am currently sitting here surrounded by boxes. At the end of the month we’ll be taking a LONG plane ride to Vancouver, British Columbia to start our new adventure because like my favourite fictional teacher Ms. Frizzle always says, life is better when you “take chances, make mistakes and get messy!” Or ya know, home is where The Mister is.
I am currently 75% excited and 25% scared/nervous/sad depending on the moment. I am excited for new places for date nights, being SO close to the mountains and for old friends we haven’t seen in a long time but I’m sad about leaving my family and Toronto friends. 3371 kilometres is an insane amount of distance but I’m reassured by the fact that we aren’t leaving the country, my family will visit often, we have friends who live there already and of course, we have each other.
So now that the cat is out of the bag so to speak, I can’t wait to tell you more about our adventure, but I’ll save it for another post!
So tell me, have you moved far distances away from your family and friends? How was the transition? Any tips and tricks for coping with homesickness?