Monday, May 16, 2011

Cottage Country

Well the weather as our wheels hit the red rock was sunny and warm. The dogs started to get restless as they were ready to run not to mention we humans were also ready to leap out of the car. But we still had a ways to drive.

Our first stop was to be the MacIsaac cottage.  Jeana's family spent the summers in a beautiful little cul-de-sac shared with 7 other cottages. The middle of them was a field of grass that lead out to a ocean inlet. When we arrived the dogs leap from the car, the cats sighed a relief and the humans stumbled out. It had the feeling of exiting a clown car. People, animals, bags and boxes kept pouring out.

I was feeling a bit like a fish out of water. The countryside was beautiful but something inside me kept me from totally relaxing. I was balancing on a ledge and although the view was beautiful I felt like one wrong move and I would fall onto the rocks on the shore. I couldn't let go of what I left in Toronto.



For a few days I woke and took Sam out to run around a bit, helped Jeana with little project around the cottage I tried to find my footing but deep down I knew this was not working. I needed to go to Charlottetown and find myself. If I stayed here I would be taken care of by my friends family but I would not be able to recover myself. Jeana's father worked in Charlottetown a couple times a week so I planned to join him the next time he went to town.

I knew as soon as I got into the car that this was the right choice. The cottage was beautiful and relaxing but it was not what I needed. The ride was wonderful. Mait had a way of picking your brain and making you evaluate your own life in ways you had not seen before. By the time we got into Charlottetown I was feeling ready to take on this new challenge of living in a small town.

Mait dropped my off at their house in the city and I settled in. After doing a little nesting I grabbed my shades and heading to the boardwalk. This became my afternoon routine walking Sam around the boardwalk.

The ocean air was soothing as it fill my lungs. The sound of the singing seagulls, the sun hitting my cheeks, along with the smiling faces of passers by, gave me hope that I thought was lost.


Day by day I knew I had made the right choice. Then one sunny afternoon I was wandering the neighbourhood when I noticed a duplex that was for sale. It needed a lot of work but maybe this is why I was drawn here.  I decided to go home and check out mls to see what the property situation was on PEI and I was to be pleasantly surprised.