It was around this time nine years ago I first heard Jann Arden’s song Where No One Knows Me.
I was 22 then, working at the weekly newspaper in Kincardine, a small town on the shores of Lake Huron. I liked it there. My family was there, I had a job doing what I loved, but I began to wonder if there was something else out there for me. I began to consider going somewhere where no one knew me.
I decided to go back to school.
I would be going to Toronto for school, or nowhere. I applied to Ryerson, York and U of T. I got into York, and the rest, as they say, is history.
I moved to Toronto that fall. Made friends, began to build my life in a city I was always terrified of as a child. First, I lived up near York at Jane and Finch, then I moved to Yonge and Eglinton in the best little bachelor apartment I had ever seen. I began to explore the city, seeing different pockets and neighbourhoods, with my friends, but also on my own. Toronto is a great city to discover by yourself.
Then I fell in love.
We moved in together a year after we met, we bought our first house together two years after that. Our house is in an area called the Junction, an area I spent a lot of time in when I first moved to the city because one of my first friends lived there. I remember each time I passed the junction of Dundas and Dupont en route to her house or the subway I always wondered what was beyond the train tracks to the north. As it turns out, our little house and neighbourhood was.
We got married a year after arriving in our perfect little house. We talked about starting a family, and about new beginnings. We both realized we were nomads in a way.
My husband is from Ireland, and has lived in Canada for pretty much 10 years. I’ve floated from my true hometown of Hamilton to Ottawa then to Kincardine, before arriving in Toronto. We wondered if the old saying you can never go home again was really true or not. We decided it was time to give it a whirl.
We decided to move home.
In 2005, I left Kincardine eager to find a place where no one knew me and I could reinvent myself, find myself and build a life. Now, I’m moving back to a place where it feels like everyone knows me. It’s exciting, but scary at the same time.
There is a lot I’ll miss about Toronto: my friends, awesome restaurants and bars, Blue Jays games, “real” movie theatres … I could go on.
But I’ve come to realize that life is an adventure. This move is an adventure for both my husband and I (and our cat, of course). I can’t wait to see what happens next.