Halifax is better and more beautiful than I remebered. There's something about this city that feels so strangely like home. It's the most eerie thing in the world to walk around and feel like you've done this before. I get wicked deja vu here.
Moving here was the best thing I could have done, just for my own well being. Water has always relaxed me but being by the ocean everyday is putting a whole new spin on my life. Everywhere you go here, you can see the Atlantic. It's bordering downtown, it's beisde me on my way to work, and if I listen closely enough I can hear the waves crashing through my window. The air has the distinct scent of sea--salty, muggy and uplifting. Everday on my walk to work I just breathe in deep and close my eyes. I'm so happy to be here. The scenery, the people, the ocean--this is what I had to do.
And Halifax isn't done with me, either. The chills I get that rattle my spine every once in awhile let me know that I'm here for more reasons other than my sheer desire to flee Montreal. There's a plan and rather than bust my brain trying to figure out when and where and how, I'm sitting back and watching it unfold. I've always had issues with the looming idea of fate and destiny, I've always wanted things to happen my way under my terms. But I'm learning to let go and enjoy the ride, learning to let the world and the scheme open up in front of me. Forgetting why and how and why not. Who cares, really? The whole point of fate is that it really doesn't care who you are. You're gonna get rocked anyway.
I love it here. I do. Nova Scotia owns a large part of my soul, and I'm excited for the journey. I'll figure these feelings out eventually--the shivers, the deja vu, the awareness. But I'll figure them out when they're good and ready to be discovered.
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