Fall Fishing and Adjusting

It's been a while since I've shared a weekend outing on here. In part due to many weekends spent furniture shopping in Winnipeg (the inside of IKEA is not exactly my idea of photo-worthy), but also because I haven't been able to get out as much.

Charlie has been working 10 to 12 hour days, leaving Daisy and I trapped at home after work while the second car search continues. Though we are incredibly fortunate in that we can walk one block and sit in a park by the lake, there haven't been many dirt road adventures or hikes in the last few weeks. No discovering of new lakes, trekking on trails, or taking the truck up old logging roads in search of a good view.

Truthfully, I'm still adjusting to life here.

I love how beautiful our surroundings are. This past weekend my dad was here visiting and we spent our days fishing and hiking under a bluebird sky. It was the perfect kind of weekend that reinforced how lucky we are to call a place like this home

...but I still feel really out of place here.

I miss wine tastings and new restaurants and movie theatres and weekend jaunts to Half Moon Bay and Santa Cruz. I miss our friends back home and the anonymity that comes with living in a larger city. I know that there will always be tradeoffs in life, and I am constantly reminding myself to not succumb to The Grass is Greener Syndrome.

We have a wonderful new house and great jobs, and I know that soon enough it will start to feel like home here. I'm just not quite there yet. 

There are a lot of people our age in Red Lake because of opportunities at the mine, but I'm still working on finding friends who I have common interests with. People who I can really spend time with outside of engaging in small talk at parties. People who don't think I'm a total weirdo for spending my spare moments walking through the woods taking pictures of nature and my dog or hours in the kitchen making homemade pies or canning jam. 

Change has never been an easy thing for me. When I was applying for college, I knew I wanted to get out of the Midwest and experience a different way of life. I only applied for schools in California and Boston. I wouldn't let myself apply to any back-up schools close to home because I knew when it came time, I just might chicken out.

Sure enough, the summer before my freshman year I was a nervous wreck and kicking myself for not applying to Kansas University. But I took the leap, as scared as I was, and moved to California. It was the best decision I ever made. I know with certainty that I would not be the person I am today if I hadn't taken that risk.

Before moving to Red Lake, I was itching to take that next step and get our life started in a new place. Now after almost four months, I'm starting to feel that nagging desire for the familiar. I know our time here will be transformative for both Charlie and me. And I know we have many moves and changes and risks ahead of us. That's the life we've decided on for now. The life of a mining engineer, roving writer, and side-kick dog taking it one day at a time in the middle-of-nowhere Canada.