It's a question I'm learning to anticipate, though when I arrived here eight months ago, it took me by surprise. How did they know that I'm new in town? I'm from Toronto. I had lived in downtown Toronto for over 50 years when I suddenly decided to pull up stakes and move to rural climes. The tiny commercial building I owned, on a 640 sq. ft. lot on a main street in the capital city of Ontario, was apparently worth more on the bloated real estate market than a spacious house on 5.63 acres of beautiful waterfront land in Wellington County. You do the math. Who wouldn't want to live here? I breathe clean air, drink delicious well water, work harder than I have ever worked in my life - and I sleep like a log, every single night. In Toronto, everyone complains about insomnia. In rural Ontario, people complain about invasive plants on their property. Perhaps Dog-Strangling Vine keeps them up at night. I'd never heard of this alarming-sounding weed before I arrived here last April. But it likely doesn't thrive in concrete, eh?
In no particular order, here are five things I've had to get used to in my new locale:
Did I mention I got another essential item of clothing for my new life? Yes, I bought myself a blue plaid flannel shirt at Budson’s. It’s the perfect fit and I love it….but to be honest, my red jeans look absolutely terrible with it. I won’t be going dancing in that outfit.