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.
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.