They say that you only truly appreciate the beauty of a place when you see it for the first time, or the last time. I know this to be true. I always find myself awe-struck and enamoured when I first explore some place new, and then eventually the novelty wears off. Life becomes monotonous and the things that were once points of focus, gradually fade into the background. That is, until you have to say goodbye. 

I grew up anticipating the day that I could get off this island and see the world. I would have marvelous adventures and never look back. "Newfies always come back to the rock" they'd tell me... "Not me!" I'd reply. 

Well, look at me now. I essentially did a giant U-turn across the country. I'm right back where I started. Yet, I see Newfoundland differently. "There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered." - Nelson Mandela

The reality is that circumstances change, priorities change and people change. My friends and I have termed this quarter life crisis the "post-grad gong show". You see this face? This is the face of a girl who has a fairytale ideal of adulthood. Silly little hobbitses.    

I've come to the realization that no matter where you live, life isn't all that different. The grass is greener on the other side, but in the end it's all just grass. You work, you go to the grocery store, you do laundry, you sleep, you cook and you clean. That accounts for roughly 90% of your life. What matters is finding joy in the little things and being around people you love. It sounds quite elementary but it's taken me 24 years to come to this conclusion.

I've given up on having a life plan, I'm just going to make things up as I go. 

Right now I am content living in my crooked little jelly bean house, sailing with my dad, hiking along the coast and drinking coffee at Post Espresso.