After surviving the winter as a new immigrant. Spring came then Summer, along with my work permit and my SSN. All of a sudden I could open a bank account, get a driver’s license and access to money.
Finally I am here. I shipped all of my sentimental belongings to Rick my new husband as “gifts” through UPS. I have no belongings left in Canada. No longer straddling two countries I finally feel like I have landed here.
I think back to my parents who emigrated to Canada from England at 42 with 3 kids. I remember my mother saying “it takes a year to stop hating a new country”. I thought she was ridiculous at the time. Perhaps she was right. I am two months away from my one year mark, and I am just finally settling in, realising I live here and that I am yes married.
We have taken to hiking in the mountains first thing in the morning. At 2pm each day it rains for an hour and clears up in time for happy hour. The climate is perfection, 75 degrees and with a soft wind. Perfect for hiking into the mountain woods with our curious Husky and our little Eskimo/Papillon dog.
For a ski town, the tourists don’t stop in the summer. Farmers markets, craft shows, food and wine shows, paddleboards, tumble bubble,s and multiple hikes make this a summer play land.
I am starting to love hiking. In my past I never had the fitness, or energy to hike the trails. I have met many women on the trails with injuries who told me they are “trying to get their power back”. Perhaps that is what I am doing in these mountains, learning to get my power back. In the trauma of sudden loss I forgot who I was, each step I take I start to reclaim my energy, reclaim my joy, and reclaim my power.