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7 Day Yoga Detox

2014 is shaping up to be quite the year. So far I’ve tackled bronchitis, ice-fishing in a mild ice-pellet storm, snaring my first rabbit and removing it from the snare with my own two bare hands, riding an army tanker up the highest cliffs of Petty Harbour to zip line over a winter wonderland, skiing down a closed trail after getting disoriented in a storm of artificial snow, navigating out of a new trail on snowshoe at dark after getting a little lost in the woods…and of course, a few scuffs on the dance floor to some of my favourite Irish Bands. I watched my cousin try on her wedding dress for the last time before bringing it home, celebrated the engagement of a close friend, and the birthday of another.

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I also managed to land my first short-term teaching contract since my adventures in substitute teaching began this fall. For the last 3 and a half weeks I have been learning and growing alongside my new Grade 3 French Immersion class. It has been a steep but rewarding learning curve so far and I am feeling so blessed for the experience.  Needless to say, this blog has taken a bit of a back burner during this challenging time of getting oriented in a new classroom mid-year.

I’ve gotten to know my students and they’ve gotten to know me. The Daily 5 is up and running, I’m feeling up to speed with the curriculum, and the classroom is finally set-up to compliment my teaching style. This is the first weekend I felt like I could breathe and relax a little. And what perfect timing. Tomorrow, I start another 7-day yoga detox at the local yoga studio in town.

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Our GO TEAM CANADA OLYMPIC bulletin Board.

Along with practicing hot yoga every day for an hour, I will be challenging myself to eliminate sugar, caffeine, alcohol, gluten, meat (except for fish and wild game), and milk from my diet. And it’s the perfect opportunity to share some of those recipes with you on my blog. I’ll start tonight, with the breakfast I have prepared for tomorrow. Hope you enjoy some of these clean eating recipes. Thanks for reading!


MY STORY, THE CONCLUSION: School, Substituting, Surprises

Labour Day weekend came and went. Without a permanent classroom this year, I hadn’t made my usual trip to Staples to stock up on school supplies. So I found an excuse. After a brief Pinterest session, I created substitute teacher business cards and an emergency substitute kit for the upcoming school year. Off to Staples I went to fill that post-Labour Day need.

And then school started. Wednesday, September 4. I remember the day well. I went to a yoga class that evening. When I got home there was a message. The elementary school I went to had called and wanted to book me for Friday. This Friday. School had only been in for a day and I got a call. Surprise. Shock. Gratitude. Joy. I was so nervous returning the call. The VP asked where I was because he didn’t recognize the first three digits. I explained that I had just moved home and was living in the city with my parents. But yes, I was absolutely up for driving 3.5 hours tomorrow so I could book a day. My first day! Besides, it was a great excuse to get out to my hometown and visit my godson and extended family.

So I worked that day, booked another for the following week, and stuck around to do some visiting over the weekend. Worked another shift, booked some more days the following week, and then hit the road to replenish my supply of dress clothes. Of course, I also took advantage of being back in the city by visiting all 14 schools that teach French Immersion so I could drop off a resume and touch base with the administration.

To my dismay, I came to learn that my name wasn’t on any of the substitute lists for core, intensive, or immersion French in and around St. Johns. It turns out in Newfoundland, the eastern district requires you to do a proficiency test before placing you on any French lists. In the central school district, this isn’t a requirement. And worse still, the next proficiency test wouldn’t be happening until mid-November, which meant I wouldn’t be getting any calls to teach until then.

But isn’t it funny how life always have a way of working out. Knowing I had a few more shifts in Gander, I packed up a few suitcases, moved – more permanently – in with family in Gander, and kept on booking day after day. Turns out my background in music, combined with French, was an asset in this region and I was working nearly full-time hours all fall.

Substitute teaching was a whirlwind of experiences. I can remember picking partridgeberries in the woods late in September and getting a call around 11:15am to come in after lunch. Then there was the day I showed up at the wrong school to work, opps! Good thing I’m always overly punctual and more or less made it to the right school in time. Then the viral stomach flu that went through the school. I worked every day that week and to my surprise I never did catch that bug 🙂

It’s been four months now. I’ve taught Kindergarden, Grade 1, Grade 2, Grade 3, Grade 4, Grade 5, Grade 6, French Immersion. Intensive French. Core French. Primary Music. Elementary Music. English. Technology. Math. Science. Social Studies. Library. Grade 7. Grade 8. Grade 9. Grade 10. Grade 11. Grade 12. Core French. Language Arts. All this, in just two schools. Life was challenging. Hard. Fun. Rewarding. Full of ups and downs. Learning experiences. But mostly, Life was Good.

Living back in my hometown, the town I left after high school, was a bit of a bag of mixed emotions. I joined the hot yoga studio and earned my keep at my cousin’s house by cooking up a storm, and spear-heading meal prep for our detox.

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I enjoyed coffee with my aunties, as well as movie nights, sleepovers, and visits to the playground with my godson.

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I went on road trips, hiking trips, farm trips.

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I was back and forth to the city nearly every second weekend to see friends, plan weddings, shop for wedding and bridesmaid dresses, attend bridal shows, halloween parties, birthday parties and cabin parties.1470349_10151773766142617_1966130416_n

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I even dated.

And then, Christmas came.  That joyous time of year when you start to think about the year gone by and the year ahead. Despite all the work I was receiving, despite the time I was spending with family, despite all the incredible memories I had the opportunity to be a part of this fall by being home, I was feeling quite low.

Oh boo hoo I know. I absolutely cannot stand complaining. Honestly. There is nothing about my life that warrants a complaint. Quite the opposite. I have so much to be thankful and grateful for. And I’m the first person who will say “Life is What YOU Make”. But by the time New Year’s had come and gone, I had managed to get myself into a bit of a funk. I guess having your life boxed up in a 12×12 storage unit, living out of a suitcase in a rented room, and not knowing when I’d be working from one day to the next was finally taking its toll.

But that, my friends, is how we got HERE. Finally! OperationBlankPage. This is probably the first New Year’s resolution I’ve ever made and am seeing to fruition.

Yes. I made a choice to give up full-time work and move home. I chose to spend a year substituting. To live at home. To be close to family. So no more funks. It’s time to EMBRACE my choice, just as I have embraced all the other choices I have made in my life.

You see, I’m convinced half the reason this year has been more emotionally challenging than I could have ever predicted is because I was still holding on to PEI and not embracing this choice. So this blog is dedicated to embracing EVERYday.

Things you can looks forward to on this blog from here on? Life experiences. Adventures in substituting. Food reviews and recipes. Restaurant and Culinary experiences. Trail reviews. Adventures in dating. Growth through yoga. Sharing of music & guitar tabs. Adventures in Clean Eating. The Pursuit of Buying Local. Basically, adventures in Life. I’ve always considered myself a proud and passionate Newfoundlander. So I’m looking forward to sharing my passions and experiences in this beautiful province with you.

 


MY STORY, PART 6: Home, Sweet Strange Home

Reflecting now on the events of the past six months, it’s obvious how torn I was, and still am by my decision. 

Living away from home these past three years, facing all the challenges that come hand in hand with a career change at 30, completing another degree after being out of university for seven years, and starting a new job in a place where I knew no one, was at times intimidating, but mostly energizing.

By nature I’m an optimistic, life-embracing, see the glass half full kind of girl. At least that’s they way I like to see myself! Tackling these challenges was very rewarding for me. My life had purpose and I felt proud of the things I was achieving on my own.

Moving home to Newfoundland, however, presented me with a challenge like none I’d ever faced before. A challenge I neglected to consider in my many pro and con lists. It’s a challenge with implications that may never have been measurable in a pro and con list. Time changes everything.

Three years of living away, visiting only at Christmas and during summer vacation had left me with a very romantic view of Newfoundland. Christmas was a time of pure bliss. Family & Friends. Feasting & Festivities. Peace. Love. And joy. Summers were much of the same, with more time and better weather to enjoy things like sun and stars, trees and trails, canoes and cabins, woods and wilderness and so on.

This summer moving home as opposed to vacationing home had different connotations. Sure I made the most of it. Quality time with my bestie home again for a short but sweet visit from Fort McMurray.

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Immeasurable time with family, even if electronics were often the focus 🙂

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Cabin trips and family fun days. Time, so much precious time, spent with my godson.

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Not once, but twice being blessed with the question of being a bridesmaid for a cousin and a special, long-time friend.

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There were road trips to Quebec to see an incredible, fairy-tale wedding.

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Festivals. Outdoor movies. The Royal St. John’s Regatta.

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And lots of hiking along the East Coast Trail.

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And, of course more cabin trips.

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Actually, taking the time to remember and reminisce, well, it certainly was another summer of pure bliss. I really do have some many countless blessings to be thankful for. But I guess the underlying feeling of having no employment was a little disconcerting. That and the always present, unrelenting question of all questions was constantly there.  Did I make the right decision? Is home really where I wanted to be? Every time something went wrong, I questioned my decision. I thought the universe was trying to tell me that I made a mistake.

I plunged myself into hobbies to keep myself from being idle: I painted and redecorated my mom’s laundry room as a birthday present. Then, I stripped the flooring in my bedroom, painted and renovated that room too. I got a membership to the hot yoga studio in town, started shopping at the farm down the road and tackled another item on my life to do list – preserving. I made strawberry chia, strawberry apple and bakeapple jam by the dozen. I picked quart after quart of blueberries and later stocked up on local cranberries.

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And then I started to wonder. Was I still trying to fill some void by keeping completely and utterly non-stop busy? Realization started to sink it. The truth is I felt lost. Probably more lost and lonely than I felt while living in PEI. Coming home, surrounding myself with the love of family, and still feeling that sense of loneliness hit me like a ton of bricks. Had I just made the biggest mistake of my life? Was being home really the answer?

This was just the beginning. The school year hadn’t even begun. I guess the only thing to do at this point was to trust that I was exactly where I needed to be and see how the school year would unfold….


MY STORY, PART 5: 2nd Year of Teaching, PEI

“I’m not surprised, Carol. I sensed something was pulling you back to Newfoundland all year. Do what you need to do. Go home. I have a feeling you’ll be back”

I was sitting in the principal’s office with the principal and VP, teary-eyed and emotionally torn. It was the middle of June and I was resigning from my probationary year of teaching.

The VP was empathetic and optimistic. The principal as well. He understood the difficulty of living and working away, having returned home to PEI himself after sometime working up north.

I was in complete turmoil. I was just finishing up another incredible year of teaching at a school that means the world to me.

I had just spent the last year living in the dream in the little red house next door to the school.  I walked to school every day, walked to the Coop to get my groceries, enjoyed fall nights on the swing looking up at the stars, and spring evenings on the front deck, reading under the large tree canopy that sheltered my home from Main Street.

I car-pooled to yoga two-to-three times a week with a dear friend. I spent nearly every other weekend in winter at one curling club or another, curling with Glen and the Girls, playing cards, eating, but mostly laughing.

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I logged hundreds of kilometers snowshoeing around the trails of Mill River by sunlight and moonlight. I got to share the stage, harmonizing and making music with two of West Prince’s most talented musicians, rocking it out at the Albert Crown & Pub on a regular basis.

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TGIF golfing, softball, skidoo trips to cabins, downhill skiing, and storm night sleepovers.

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Regular visits to ‘my bedroom’ in Charlottetown swapping teacher stories over coffee and great food, with a dear friend from teacher’s college. Road trips to movies and Storm Games in Summerside. Road trips to Rocket Games & Drive-Inn Movies in Charlotettown. And more road trips to shopping malls in both Summerside & Charlottetown.

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Thunderstorms at the North Cape and Bachelorette Parties at Waterford. Lobster dinners, crab legs, and home-cooked meals at my second home across the road. Playing guitar for the children’s choir and performing at community events. I was hardly home, barley stopped, and couldn’t get enough of it. This was my kind of life.

Looking back at the photos and reminiscing over all the good times, it’s hard to understand why I was walking away from it all.

The truth is, I still don’t know. Maybe a part of me was always moving so I wouldn’t have time to truly be at home alone. Too long at home with nothing to do probably made me a little homesick for family and old friends. My parents must have sensed this early in the fall, and by December they had surprised me with a plane ticket home for March Break.

Another part of me thinks I needed to leave before settling down permanently in PEI to make sure building a life away from family was really and truly what I wanted to do. I needed to go back to Newfoundland, give it a go there for a year, and then make a decision once and for all. I’m 32 after all. Probably time to start thinking about settling down somewhere.

It wasn’t easy though. This fork in the road. The principal told me to take another night and let him know the next day. No matter how many pro and con lists I made, no matter how I rationalized both sides, no matter how much I churned the choices over and over in my mind, neither decision felt entirely right and I flip flopped in a matter of minutes over the course of the whole month of June.

I could go on and on about the inner turmoil, but truth be told, we all know how the story ends. I resigned, packed up my home and cried like a baby on the last day of school.

As I drove away, tears rolling gently down my face, I made myself remember the words of one of the wisest teachers I’d befriend. She told me my decision was tough, but I was taking a leap of faith, jumping off a cliff, and in time, the universe would recognize this and reward me. I wasn’t sure what kind of reward I even wanted but I guess that’s what this decision was all about….


MY STORY, PART 4: Summer Vacation

I survived my first year of teaching. To celebrate? A trip home for summer of course. My first summer off since grade 10, 1997. And what a summer it was!!! Not only was I fortunate enough to be able to completely sit back and enjoy, stress-free, knowing I had a job lined up for the new school year, it was one of the hottest and sunniest summers the island’s had in years. 

And did I ever make the most of it. City life. Joe Batts’ Cabin. Weekend get-aways. Backpacking adventures. Comfort Cove Cabin. Wedding. Family Reunion. Square Pond Cabin. More city life. Road trips. East Coast Trail. Concerts. Birthdays. Engagement Parties. It was a two-month vacation at home where I soaked up as much of the ‘all things Newfoundland’ I love so much, in the company of my family and friends. It was a fairy-tale summer, that’s for sure.

When I first arrived, Newfoundland was in the midst of a mini-heat wave, with nearly two weeks straight of temperatures over 30 degrees. My days started in the backyard, where I enjoyed the only tolerable part of the day stretched out on a lawn chair reading. When the heat got to be too much, me and the pouch jumped in the car and headed to the coastline to hike alongside the ocean breeze, jumping into various ponds & swimming holes along the way to cool off. In the evenings I would hit the yoga studio and enjoy an hour of bliss. 

 Occasionally I’d break the daily routine by either enjoying a meal on a deck in downtown St. John’s, taking in live music and a pint on George Street, having a fire on Middle Cove Beach, or jamming at the always popular open mic night.

Then my bestest friend and I enjoyed a weeklong reunion when she came home for a visit from Fort Mac. Lunch dates over red wine, watching whales from our lighthouse picnic, and of course an evening at the Duke were all in order.

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* Shannon and I on the way to the Ferryland Lighthouse Picnics

It wouldn’t be summer without someone getting married and what a time was had at the Turner wedding that year. 

Next up was a trip to Comfort Cove to enjoy some quality time with my godson and his family at their salt water cabin. Card games in a tree house, shell collecting on the beach, sing-alongs around the fire, homemade muffins & pizza cookies, boardgames, rock painting, and a trip out cod jiggin were some of the big moments, but the quality time spent with family was, by far, the weekend highlight.

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*My catch – the biggest catch of the day!

Then family living in Calgary came home for a visit for the first time in a dozen years. A big family reunion/engagement party was celebrated at my uncle’s cabin where over 30 members of the Bartlett family gathered for a day of boat rides, quad rides, swimming, fishing, berry picking and of course a pot luck and fire.

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 *Bartlett Family Reunion 2012 

A long time friend living in Ottawa also came home for a visit that summer, and we got to reconnect at a mutual friend’s house for the weekend. Days were spent touring the Eastport Peninsula and evenings were enjoyed on the back deck, enjoying the oceanfront view.

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* Parkies reunited at Sandy Cove Beach

Back to the city, my brother and a few of our mutual friends planned and executed a backpacking adventure along a stretch of the East Coast Trail. 

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 *Somewhere along Tinkeer’s Point Path

Summer went out with a bang at the Annual Garrett Cabin Getaway weekend. Countless hours of batchey-ball were played, copious amounts of food was consumed, bikini bottoms were nearly and sunglasses were indeed lost on a tubbing adventure that left us all crying from excessive laughter. It was a perfect way to conclude my stay-cation. Happy tears.

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*The boys playing batchey-ball

Boy did I ever live the dream that summer. Creating so many incredible memories over the course of the summer made it that much easier to board the ferry, cross the gulf, and head back to PEI. I felt rejuvenated and refreshed. And it didn’t feel so much like I was leaving home. It felt more like I was leaving one side of my family to go see the other side.   


MY STORY, PART 3: 1st Year of Teaching, PEI

September 1, 2011. First day of school. As a teacher. A real teacher with my own classroom. WOW. Another unforgettable moment in my life. It’s a PD day for teachers and I’m about to meet all the staff, participate in my first meeting and begin setting up my classroom. Can you say NERVOUS! I leave my cottage with tons of time to spare on this gloriously beautiful day.

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*View from my cottage on the first day of school

But the longer I drive, the less I recognize the road. Panicking, I check the map app on my phone (safely pulled over on the side of the road of course!) and to my horror discover I’ve taken the ‘scenic’ route. Which, we all know is another word for ‘long’ route. I check the clock. I quickly input my destination and wait for it to load. I let out an audible sigh of relief knowing I should get there with a few minutes to spare.

And so began my professional career as a teacher. And what a place to begin my career. Complete strangers quickly became smiling faces of support in the hallways. Inquisitive co-workers helped me feel less lonesome by providing me with genuine interest in my personal past. Bonds began to form and friendships were forged. Some of the staff were even foolish enough to trust me into signing them up on a curling team that I would gallantly lead 🙂 Harmonies were sung. Stories of our brushes with fame were proudly told and laughter was shared again and again around the staffroom table.

I taught at that Elementary school for less than 3 months in a maternity replacement and then it was time to move on to another school were I would finish out the school year for a retiring teacher.

The highs and lows were many that year. This was the first big low. In such a short span of time I had grown attached to the students, co-workers and staff. The feelings of nervousness, excitement, self-doubt, and a thousand more emotions that you experience as a first year teacher on the first day your students arrive paled in comparison to having to transfer to another school to another grade level, mid-year, particularly when its still officially your first year as a teacher!

The day I transferred and officially started at Bloomfield was actually a PD day for teachers. I remember the low quite well. I was feeling overwhelmed after a staff meeting and can remember going to the washroom and having to stay a little longer to wipe away a few tears that slipped out.

That feeling didn’t last long. In no time at all I was laughing till my sides ached around this staffroom table. I was bartering with co-workers who would trade me duck and goose for a bottle of moose LOL. Another teacher was secretly teaching my class a song to persuade me to go down south with her during the March Break. An alliance was formed with another first year teacher as we bravely took on producing a spring concert for a primary drama club we had just founded. This was a school were everyone came together at the end of the day and waved to the school buses as they departed the parking lot. I think I was going to be fine.  Just fine.

And I was. I was more than fine. And the people of West Prince PEI are the reason why.  Homesickness and loneliness quickly evaporated and I felt blessed to have somehow managed to get a job in not one, but two amazing schools.

During that year not one, but two teachers offered me accommodations when unexpected events left me homeless on short notice. Families welcomed me into their homes for Thanksgiving dinner, lobster dinner and just because I was thinking of you invitations for dinner. My curling team was entering bonspeil after bonspeil and we were quickly become the sweethearts of our curling club. Friendships were being cemented with the passing of gas between colleagues (not me!! I was a witness!). More harmonies were sung. Random dance parties were had. Leprechauns were created. Not one, but two surprise parties were successfully planned. Neighbours of less than two weeks took me out in their boat to see my third home of the year from Mill River, along with some tubbing and water skiing.  I could go on and on with the random acts of kindness I experienced all year in West Prince. Never ever had I felt I belonged somewhere in my life more so than now. If only I could find more work to stick around longer. If only…

Lucky for me, the year ended on the high of highs. I remember the date exactly. June 20, 2011. My 31st birthday. Two years prior I was sitting in my packed up trailer in Glovertown NL. One year prior I was passing in the final projects of my BEd. This year, well…

6:30am rise and shine. Last minute interview cram for a Grade 2 position next year at the school I started at. 7:30am go to school. 8:30am teach all day without a proper lunch break to ensure a last minute rehearsal with the primary drama club. 2:40pm beat the buses out of the parking lot to drive to Tignish. 3:30pm interview. 4pm high tail it to Alberton to meet co-workers for my birthday supper. 5:30pm drive back to school for the Spring Concert where my little primary drama club was about to debut their first ever performance of a musical production. 8pm start cleaning gym and stage after an incredible evening of talent. Sometime between 8 and 8:30pm pause to take a phone call in the school office. Accept probationary teaching assignment of a Grade 2 class back at Tignish. Do happy dance. Seriously. I did. While still on the phone. With people watching. 8:30pm leave school for the day.

And then, another unforgettable moment ensued. As I walked out into the school parking lot, into the pale light of sunset with the dusty pink sky, carrying two bouquets of flowers (one, a birthday present from my parents, the other, a token of thanks for the school administration for the evening’s production) I remember thinking this is what it must feel like to be a superstar on the red carpet, after having won some prestigious award. To me that award was the opportunity to stick around West Prince for another year doing what I love most. No, I wasn’t feeling so much like a superstar. I was feeling more and more like the most blessed person alive and wondering what I did to deserve all this happiness I was literally exploding with.


MY STORY, PART 2: Summer of Moves

Ok, so I said YES! What’s that got to do with the creation of this blog, OperationBlankPage? Well, there’s a little more to it than that. You’ve got to hear the whole story in order to really see how this all comes together…

First of all, I’ve always been a firm believer in the idea that everything happens for a reason. That the universe has a way of aligning itself in such a way that it leaves you thinking THIS IS MY DESTINY. Without question. No doubt.

So, July 14, 2010. I said yes. I’m back at my dorm room at Université de Moncton where I will be until August 5. The new job starts September 1. Reality is setting in. How am I getting my things from my old apartment in Fredericton to PEI? Where am I going to live? How am I going to make all these arrangements when I’m stuck in classes all day for the next 3 weeks? Will I have time for a quick visit home to see friends and family…..

Well first things first, I get another day off from school to go house hunting in PEI. My first stop is a house in Summerside. A bit of a commute I know, but selection was minimal, so I had to explore all possibilities. I ring the doorbell and a young fella my age opens the door. “Ah man, sorry, I just rented the place. Too bad, looks like you would have been a good tenant” I still remember the phrase today, over two years later. The kindness of complete strangers in PEI never ceased to amaze me over the course of the next two years. Before I could respond, he said he would look into a few things and send me an email later.

I checked out another place in Summerside (too big & expensive for me!) and headed ‘up west’ as the locals say, to my only other appointment. Another unforgettable moment. I met the couple renting the home at their place in O’Leary. Easy enough. Getting to the rental. Well, not so easy. The drive to the rental took another 30 minutes. I wouldn’t be able to tell you where the place is today, or ever intentionally find my way back there again. We drove down one farm road after another and another and another. I was completely mesmerized. The more we turned, the further away we got from civilization. Eventually, when there were no signs of homes anywhere to be seen, we pulled into a lone driveway to an old trailer surrounded by the densest strand of trees I have ever seen in PEI. I didn’t even want to get out of my car to see the place. I knew my answer already. Not. A. Chance.

I was feeling pretty deflated. What now? I took a drive into the community of Alberton to check out the community bulletin boards. There was one place renting apartments, and according to the add, they had vacancies. Perfect! Feeling optimist and absolutely famished I went for lunch (an amazingly delicious bowl of seafood chowder at the Albert & Crown Pub & Eatery…that’s another story for another day!) and called the number listed on the add.

I’ll never forget the drive to the apartment building. I passed a curling club – woot woot!!! – with a sign advertising yoga classes upstairs. My two favourite activities held under one roof. Another sign from the universe no doubt. The apartment building was literally 30 seconds up the road. Cute place. Lots of light. But, no dogs. He suggested I look into selling my 10 year old companion. AS IF!!!!

I was feeling pretty deflated, and a little anxious on the long drive back to Moncton. Exhausted, I closed the door to my dorm room and logged onto my laptop to catch up on all the news on Facebook. But wait! There’s a new email. A ginormous email in fact, from the landlord of that first house I checked out in Summerside. He had taken the time to send me contact information of cottage owners, B&Bs, Inns etc who do long-term rentals after Labour Day. By August 1, I had a quaint, 2-bedroom cottage overlooking Cascumpec Bay, fully furnished and dog-welcoming all lined up for me and the pouch!

Next up, moving! I pick up the phone and send my cousin, a tractor trailer driver, a quick text telling him about my new job and upcoming move on the off-chance he happened to be passing through or knew someone in the business who had room for a small load. Low and behold he was going to be passing through Fredericton on August 6, the day after my program at UdeM ends.  But where was he heading? Home, no doubt, to NL. I wouldn’t dare ask him to make a detour to PEI, it’s not exactly on the way. Lucky for me I didn’t have to. His next text informed me he was moving a teacher from Alberta to  Summerside  and could grab my stuff and drop if off on the way, no problem. Yup! I was definitely meant to go to PEI, can’t argue that.

So August 5, I load up my Echo will my school belongings, head back to Fredericton and start packing up the old apartment. The next day, Troy arrives and within an hour everything is packed into his trailer and on its way to PEI. I throw my suitcase into my Echo, say goodbye to my landlord and jump into my car for one last road trip of the summer…a quick visit home to NL.

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*Welcome Home Sign created by my cousin’s son Ian…he was pretty excited to see me…and Haylee I guess 🙂

Ferry. Friends. Family. Godson. Saltwater. Cabins. Pubs. Ponds. Canoes. Cape St. Mary’s. Road Trips. East Coast Trail. Fires. Food. Ferry. And I’m back to the mainland to start my first year of teaching…


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