Thinking about it last night, I realized anyone who happens to come across this blog and read won’t have the faintest clue what I’m talking about when I talk about how I’m leaving soon to go back to BC.  I don’t know, I’m always a little hesitant and paranoid about telling too much about my life on here, for anyone in the world to read.

But basically, in a nutshell,  I was born and spent the better part of my childhood in Ontario.  When I was eight years old, my nuclear family (which is only myself, my mother and father) moved to British Columbia.   That was many years ago, but last Fall, me and my mother came back to Ontario, for an extended visit with my maternal grandparents, who are obviously getting on in age.  Of course it’s hard to just leave the life you’ve known for many years on the west coast without ever looking back, but at the same time it’s hard to leave behind all your family on the other side of the country.  So we decided to come back for about a year.  It was supposed to be just for a year, then we return to BC, but now my mother wants to return to Ontario for longer.  So we’re returning to BC for the summer, to tie up loose ends I guess, and in the Fall sometime return to Ontario again with my father.

Sound complicated?  Yeah, it is.  I was happy to visit my grandparents who I love and missed out on a lot of time with after I moved to BC, except on brief visits.  At the same time I don’t know if I want to leave my life in BC where I’ve spent my entire teenage years, done stupid shit, eventually grown up and grown accustomed to the west coast lifestyle.

Yup, that’s it folks.  It’s an issue I’ll probably be struggle with for a while, I don’t want to seem selfish and say I want to live in BC where it’s more fun and I’m more comfortable but if that’s the way I feel some days why deny it?  It’s a hard thing to balance, and hopefully I can bring some light to whatever happens through writing here.