Who knows what the future holds?

A year ago today, Bee and I boarded a plane in Edmonton, Alberta, with a carry-on bag each and four 50-lb boxes in the cargo hold: the sum total of all of our worldly possessions.

In the days and weeks previous we gave some of our stuff to friends and family, sold a few items on kijiji and donated a lot to Goodwill. It wasn’t the first time either of us had downsized, and I’m sure it won’t be the last, although it might be a while before we go that small again.

Most people thought we were crazy, stupid or brave. I suppose we were a bit of each. We knew we needed a change, we wanted something different, and we hoped for a fresh start.

And here we are, one year later, settling in to Sackville, New Brunswick, a town I knew nothing about a year ago. The many stops in between were all part of the adventure. It wasn’t perfect, but I can honestly say that I’m glad we made the move.

We had big plans, but they were big, vague plans. We thought we knew what we wanted, but we discovered we were wrong about a lot of it. Our intentions were good though, and I think that’s how we’ve managed to end up here, unexpected, but awesome.

We have a place that feels like home. From the cozy little rental house we chanced upon, in the community that has plenty for us to discover, to the beautiful surrounding area, we are home again.

I am so grateful for the love we have and the life that we continue to create together on a daily basis, year after year. I am so thankful for our friends and family who have supported us through this enormous change.

To all the ups and downs of this past year, thank you. Thank you for getting me here, today. I can’t wait to find out what happens next.