Thursday, September 25, 2008

The Smell of Wood Smoke

I love the fall of the year; I'm not really sure why but I do. I love the sight of the leaves changing colour, the love the crispness in the air, and I absolutely love the smell of wood smoke coming out of nearly everyone's chimney (the charm of outport Newfoundland living.) One of my favourite times of the day is when I'm leaving my house early in the morning, the sun is just above the horizon, there's a slight bit of frost on the ground, the air is crisp and clean, and then you get a sniff of wood smoke mingled with the smell of salt water across the breeze and it's.....calming....and it feels like home.

Quote of the Day:
"Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, be it ever so humble, there's no place like home." J.H. Payne

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

One Year And Counting

So it's officially been one year since we made the move back home and I still find myself re-adjusting to life in outport Newfoundland. There are days when, if I could, I'd kick myself in the ass for even considering a move back to the community which I was raised. What the hell were we thinking is a question that runs through my mind rampantly. Days when I miss Iqaluit like crazy (those are the days I think I should slap myself until the feeling goes away.) Then there are the days when I really enjoy my new life smack dab in centre of a national park, the abundance of scenery, the smell of the salt water and the fact that everyone knows my name. However, most days I find that I am somewhere in the middle - a slight longing for the life we had in Iqaluit but reasonably settled into our new life here.

Quote of the Day:
"The nice part of living in a small town is that when I don't know what I'm doing, someone else does." - Unknown