A year ago

367 days ago at this time, I was hugging my beautiful Toronto work friends goodbye. I remember feeling a happy fluttering in my belly, along with a strong urge to throw up. Walking away from my downtown office is when I actually internalized the fact that, for better or worse, I was finishing and beginning an adventure.

Screen shot that says "you registered on WordPress.com 1 year ago! Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging!"

This popped up on my phone on May 31, 2014. Thanks WordPress!

The night before, I had spent an hour hammering out my first blog post. Reading it brings so many feelings back into my head and heart. It was exhilarating to know we were finally going to give our dream lifestyle a shot. And horrifying to think we were leaving stability behind.

In the days that followed, I called our wonderful landlords (how I now admire their impeccable yard skills!) to tell them we were moving. I picked up dozens of regrettably empty boxes from the LCBO. And we ordered last suppers from our favourite delivery places — I miss you, Banjara Indian Cuisine.

Fast forward to now, when I’m often asked if the whole thing was worth it. It’s a tough question to answer.

Most days, I say yes. In this new life, I cook more, see JF more, read more, spend more time living en francais, see family more, and give back to causes that mean more to me. I also love working on our house, in our garden, in our little town.

But is our new life everything we expected? Of course not. I still overload my schedule. I haven’t properly broken in my new purple sneakers. My job is great, but short-term. Our red brick beast/house adds a whole new layer of busy. The hammock we pictured ourselves regularly lying in hasn’t even been installed. And there are Toronto people and things I miss ferociously.

After weighing both then and now, I’ve concluded that I’m closer to who and where I want to be than I was a year ago. I’ve also decided it’s important to have those someday dreams. But it’s equally important that I remember to enjoy the lumpy, potholed (or these days, mosquito-ridden) road I’m on. At the very least, I think I’m headed in the right direction.

Turning 50

This is my 50th blog post. Holy. Moly. A lot has happened since I started Hello Field nearly a year ago:

What is totally absurd and wonderful is that friends, family and even a few randos from the internet (hi guys!) have read and cared about all of that stuff. Who knew I had even remotely interesting thoughts?

I started this blog to keep my lovely Toronto friends updated on our adventures in the boonies. That’s still 90% of its reason for existing.

But it’s also a weekly opportunity for me to zoom out, think macro about my life, and write about what’s taking up the most space in my head. Hitting publish is strangely therapeutic.

I guess the whole point of this post to thank you – for reading, reacting to and sometimes even commenting on my stories.

The adventure continues and, at least for now, I’ll continue writing about it in 200-word pieces.

I feel strange publishing a post without a photo, so here's one of my feet dangling on the edge of the Grand Canyon.

I feel strange publishing a post without a photo, so here’s one of my feet dangling on the edge of the Grand Canyon.