I never thought I’d live in the Yukon. I remember looking at a map of Canada in my grade nine geography class and seeing how far away that part of the country is. In the back of my mind growing up, I always wanted to visit that territory. It really stood out to me because my favourite movie is White Fang and because as long as I can remember, north has been my direction. Thoughts and feelings of north make my heart ache.
But in April 2012 life had different plans for me. My husband and I sold most of our belongings and within two weeks we were driving across Canada headed for Watson Lake, Yukon. We lived there for 13 months. I always wanted to live in the mountains. I never, ever thought this would happen for me. But the Yukon gave me many mountains to fill my heart.
Whenever I drive through Ontario’s shield country, I always dream of living there. Huntsville, Haliburton, or Bancroft area. It is a dream that both my husband and I share. All of a sudden in December 2015, life and plans changed quickly for us living west of Toronto. Within a couple of weeks my husband had moved up north. It seems that a reality of living up north has come true. My days are numbered at work and notice of my last day has been given with a few weeks left.
2016 is going to be a year of change. Not only am I moving up north to be with my husband and closer to wilderness, but I’ve also decided to go back to school to pursue photography. I am tired of sitting at a desk and staring at a screen for 7.25 hours a day, five days a week. It’s time to spend more time outside and away from the hustle and bustle of populated southern Ontario.
Back to the country, where I belong.