If you had asked me in January how likely it was that I’d be sitting in Nova Scotia by September of this year, I would have said unlikely. However, a global pandemic and a semi-quarter life crisis were excellent fuel to the fire under my butt to get back east. Now, here I am in Nova Scotia, in school and living under my parents’ roof for the first time in years.
Now, let’s get some background on this unlikely turn of events…
In May 2015, I graduated from university in a tiny town in New Brunswick. With a little persuasion from my best friend, Sarah, we packed up her car and moved to Toronto the day after tossing our graduation caps in the air.
I was so ready for an adventure in the big city! Sarah dropped me off on the doorstep of my new (not so clean and comfortable) basement home in downtown Toronto, and thus began five exciting and chaotic years of my life.
In that half decade, my career took off. I started as a receptionist at an ad agency, then moved into the ranks of client services. Let me tell you, the advertising industry is not for the faint of heart… but I wouldn’t change my experience for anything. I met amazing lifelong friends (that happens when you’re in the trenches with people), worked in my dream agency, and developed skills and confidence along the way.
During those same five years, I started dating my partner, Nick. He is also from Halifax; we met in high school. We both wanted the experience of living and working in Toronto, but knew that, eventually, we would return to the east coast.
FAST FORWARD: March of 2020. It feels like the world is ending (not to be dramatic). Covid in Ontario is on the rise. We’re locked in our apartment 24/7, spending 9-5 at the same small kitchen table (note: we’re both extremely grateful to have worked, and from home, during covid when so many people were not as lucky).
Between the constant time together to reflect, and the nagging dissatisfaction in our jobs… we decided to join the mass Toronto exodus and figure out our path back home.
So after weeks and months of applying to school and jobs, interviewing, searching for apartments, and generally trying to avoid a major meltdown, we finally, finally got great news… within 2 hours of each other! I had been accepted into the school program I wanted, and Nick got the job he had interviewed for. The next day, we gave our two weeks, booked our flights to Halifax and dove into the chaotic world of moving.
And now, here I am… almost unrecognizable from my teenage self ten years ago as I sit in my childhood room, doing homework (or at least I should be). In less than three weeks, Nick and I are moving to an apartment in downtown Halifax for the first time. And despite five fun years in Toronto, I could not be happier with our decision to come back to Nova Scotia.
So happy, that I’ll be documenting all my adventures and experiences back on the coast right here. So keep an eye out, and thanks for reading!
P.S. If you have any amazing east coast experiences to share, please leave them in the comments. I’m always on the lookout for recommendations.