“Hey, wanna move to Canada and be my roomie?” – Chelsey
“Haha… No.” – Allison
Joke’s on me.
I moved to Canada in November 2018, and I know many a’ people have since asked why. So here’s to storytelling once again, to my people and my love of writing: Allison is back to tell her tales, and this one’s to the adventure of moving across America again, for some reason unbeknownst to many of you–but to be beknownst in just a few minutes!
The tale begins with my cousin of a young twenty-something years. Our adventures go back to the days of hoarding German bread and feeding each other to the legendary alligator in the pond at our old family camp-outs. Together, we were like this:
…Can you guess which one had the crazy idea for me to move to Canada? Hint: it’s the eyes.
“How did you get that crap on your face?” I asked Chelsey just now.
“Oh, I was probably rolling in the mud, like usual,” Chelsey plainly responded. “But that’s not how I knocked out my two front teeth. That was a different time.”
…A story for another day, I guess.
Anyway, this is my crazy cousin. She’s from Alberta, Canada and I’m from Texas, USA–so when she suggested we move to Manitoba instead of being perfectly comfortable where we were at…I laughed. She kinda has this innate ability to come up with the most bizarre ideas on the spot and will, 100% guaranteed, be halfway insanely serious even if it’s kind of an impossible joke.
That’s why I knew it would probably happen as soon as she said it, even if I said no. She knows I love Canada–always have since before she knocked her two front teeth out. So when she suggested it, I found myself thinking what if I did move?
Honestly, it’s perhaps the scariest thing I’ve ever done–which is one of the biggest reasons why I did it. I like to tell people in summary that I moved because I was tired of being comfortable. I felt like I had already seen too much, that my roots had grown against the pot edges, and that to lean into God further meant, for me, to remove all other areas I’ve been leaning into!
Though I have to say that I miss my family back in Texas, my dogs, my workplace, and my friends. I miss the room I painted for myself, and watching Netflix while I hear my dad take out a gallon of ice cream in the freezer to eat (Dad, you have a problem.) I miss watching Voltron with my siblings, playing on the trampoline with my niece and nephew, going for walks with my dog that stops every five seconds (she thinks she’s gunna get hit by a car but never does because I am her protector so I don’t know what her problem is.)
But living far from home is already teaching me what I am capable of and is forcing me to refine my character. It’s showing me where I really put my trust, and if I want something, then I better go out there and get it!
So this is the reason I moved to Canada, and it’s inspired me to write again. There’s going to be so many stories to share (they’ll mostly be humorous tales, I’m quite certain.) And, of course, I’ll be writing about my exciting adventures across the world in Japan and Korea!
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Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine here in Canada with my crazy cousin. I’ll keep you posted what all weird adventures we go on. We’ve already come across a few anyway. Haha…
Signed,
Allison the Adventurer
