Slow life

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Just a few people understand the real why we are moving to a small city. It's been a while we are talking about having a slow life. This is a move I'm doing since a long time ago, little by little. The big start was here in Montréal, were I decided to change some of my habits, like start to cook again, eat healthy food (but the bier and the chocolate - good people have to have some addiction), learn French, read more, write my thoughts, make my own bread, fix my own forniture, change the car for the bike/bus/metro, start to grow a garden and so on. Now, another step: I'm gonna be a small town girl. Those who are closer know for how long I've been practicing this.

No, I'm not disappointed with Montréal, as someone asked me. Montréal is been super generous with me since I put my feet in the airport for the first time. I never, never, never in life met so many nice people, so many interesting people, did so many friends. I never learned so much in so short time.

But this is something I call "The Traveler Curse": inside of you, there's something itchy. It's not a sadness, it's just the need to move on. And, at this moment, I need to move to settle down. Québec is great for that - awesome french culture, awesome autochtone culture, awesome landscapes in summer and Winter. By the way, everything here is about the Winter. Here you have to wait, wiser advice my mother-in-law gave me these days: you can't go faster than the time. So, time is a precious thing, I have to wait to harvest, one day at the time.

This is why I'm moving to a small city, to be a small town girl, or became a redneck as some of my friends say. Go to the forest, make bread, cook, sew, learn woolwork and have the time for my quebecois family here.

And I'm so lucky I have a superhero in my life that I call him: "Dr. Time" because he knows the time and space of everything. I found someone who recognizes my internal time, grabbed my hand and said: "Let's go", when it was the precise time to go.

Once more, life is being good with me.