It has been a very long few weeks, but we have moved. My mind and body are still in shock. Having a mental illness adds another dimension to the confusion and chaos. There are times when I really struggle to remember just why we did it. It was in part due to my mental breakdown. We wanted a slower pace of life, and we knew we’d find it in our old hometown on the other side of the country. But ooh boy, has it been rocky.
Moving out of the place I lived in for the past ten years has felt gut-wrenching. All the people, routines, places, and a million different memories, have suddenly vanished. I feel like an exile on a distant shore. The place I am now is both physically and culturally very distant.
We are staying at my mom’s house until we find a place of our own. Being back in the town where I grew up feels freaky. Everything is familiar, yet different. I am trying hard to reconcile the place I remember with the place I see before me. There are so many things I recognize, and yet I marvel at the things I never noticed when I was younger.
It is stunningly beautiful here. Like, knock-you-over, jaw-dropping beauty. Just across the street from my mom’s house is a gorgeous lake set against a backdrop of evergreens. In Ontario, this place would be overrun by screaming kids and parents carting gigantic strollers, Tim Horton’s cups, and dogs. But here our only company is the ducks.
Our bedroom overlooks a forested ravine where trains regularly run by, so close you can almost touch them. The deer are abundant too. They wander almost up to the house.
The pace of life feels much slower. There is almost no traffic, and people will stop for you when you try to cross the street. We are just a short drive from the ocean, which I have always found peaceful and restful. When the stress of moving is too much and I start to feel derealization, this setting helps combat that.
Work is my biggest worry right now. I have no idea how I am going to feel moving from an incredibly busy, hectic, fast-paced environment to a much more sedate one. I have another week before I start work.
I am trying hard to combat feeling like a failure, that I somehow couldn’t take “real” life in the busy world. Any move is a trade-off, and what I lose in amenities and access to things I make up for in nature.
Time will tell how things go…