If you read The Intentional Life: A Toronto Blueprint you know that I was… well… intentional about discovering our new city and settling in. It has been six months folks! Time for a little recap on all things house hunt, everyday life North of the Wall, finding my tribe and easing back into work!
We made it to the other side of summer! As Labor Day came to a close last night, I lay in bed restless. We had had the most relaxing weekend and yet I lay awake tossing and turning.
… do not exist. You do you. And that’s it.
When I found out I was pregnant, I did what most self-employed Millennials do. I googled for support. And came up short. With a growing number of mothers who are entrepreneurs and/or self-employed, why wasn’t there a go-to resource to help us navigate this chapter of our lives that is already filled with financial insecurity and overall uncertainty about the choices we had made in life so far? My initial plan was to wait for Katherine Wintsch’s forthcoming book “Slay Like A Mother” and have her tell me how to do this. Then I found out it wouldn’t hit the market until early next year, and I had to come up with an alternative. And this is it:
In love with research, not academia
The idea of researching best practices for supporting social entrepreneurs through structured programming (think incubators, accelerators, etc.) had been steeping in the back of my mind for over a year when I suddenly found myself in a position of no permanent address, house key, job or place I needed to be.
Similarly, I had been mulling over the idea of applying for a PhD program. After speaking to several professors in PhD programs I decided that - if getting a PhD meant you had to be an academic afterward (which is the short of it) - I didn’t want to go for a postgraduate degree. But damn, had I always enjoyed researching, exploring and analyzing the very bones of a system or situation I so desperately wanted to understand!
13. The number of times that I have moved countries. I some of them I found myself more often than others. Born and raised in Germany, this is what I often came back to; Australia and France always held a warm spot in my heart, others were one-offs.
Canada is a new one. When my husband first asked whether we could move to Toronto a little over a year ago, I hadn’t even visited. Over the last 14 months, we took a total of three trips to get a sense for this city with 5.5 million people, half of which aren’t even born (!) in Canada. With neighborhoods like Little Portugal, Koreatown, Corso Italia, Chinatown or Roncesvalles, we were in for a multicultural treat from the jump.
With this blank page of a new city and life in front of me, I have decided to be intentional about designing our life here and to build on my previous experiences of starting fresh.