Packing up. Again.

one of 7 apartments in the last 4 years..


By some unexpected turn of events G and I find ourselves not settling into a calm after the storm of a wedding and a honeymoon as we had expected to. Instead we are surrounded by boxes, to do lists and a general state of disarray.
Yes, people, we are moving. AGAIN.

But this time it's a little different. We aren't just saying goodbye to jolly old England. We are marking the end of our 4 year European adventure and are finally heading home.

Toronto, here we come.

Two months ago, we had no idea that this is what December would bring. But here we are. We are excited to finally be part of our family and friends lives again- not just in a long distance way, but in a real, everyday sort of way. In 4 years our nieces and nephews have changed so much and, aside from a once a year trip home, we've missed out on their lives completely.

At the same time, it breaks my heart to leave behind the wonder that is around every corner in Europe, the extended family that I have here, and the friends that we have made along the way. And let's not forget the milder weather.
People, I was born and raised in Canada. But I HATE the snow and cold.

So yeah, we're happy and sad at the same time. You know how it is. We're both different people than we were 4 years ago when we left Canada. Our experiences have changed us, without a doubt. Even when I look back at who I was when I started this blog, how I cooked, and how I related to food-- I am not the same person now.
I have learned so much.

It was almost 3 years ago that I wrote my first post-- we were in some little apartment in the middle of Heidelberg. We never really knew when things might suddenly change and we'd be moving again but we took it in stride. Sometimes it was smooth sailing, and sometimes it was all I could do to keep from pulling my own hair out. But it's been an opportunity of a lifetime, and we are grateful for it. If you were reading my blog around the time when we left Paris, I was so stressed out by that point that I actually gave up on the blog. I'm handling it much better this time, but phew, I hope I don't have to move again for a long time.

So our European dream is over. And you know what? Despite the suddenness of the decision, I think we're ready to go home. For 4 years we kept moving, and kept wondering what we were looking for. We kept hoping we would find that perfect city. We never found it. In the end we realized that no matter where we live that without your family and friends there will always be something missing.

So, this little expat is going home. She's taking all her experiences with her and every day that I cook in my new kitchen in Toronto I will be reminded of my travels. When I sip my Mariage Frères tea I will think of Paris, when I see that can of pimenton de la vera in my spice rack I will think of the Borough Market in London and when I sit amongst my friends and family I will remember the 4 years that I was gone.

Wow, people. I'm going home.




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We're heading home on January 8 and since I am in the process of packing up my kitchen please forgive me if I yap more about random stuff and less about cooking for the next couple of weeks!