The Journey from Northern Ontario to the GTA

It was a tough decision, as are most things that are worth anything in life. I was a young adult in the middle of teachers college grappling with the idea of graduating in three short months, and watching my student life come to an end. A life that I had come to rely on, and now that I think back on it I believe I made it somewhat of a career. I suppose when you do something for so long it becomes apart of you, that is what being a student was to me. For so long I was told go to school get good grades, go to another school (university) get good grades. What no one tells you is that life changes, the world around you changes and the people who were hiring for your career of choice when you entered school, are now looking for other qualifications, more and better qualifications. 

It was mid January when a job fair came to my University to recruit future teachers to be apart of their school board. This was the pivotal moment when everything changed. I never thought I would leave the small town I grew up in, my family, my friends the life I knew. But, when I realized that staying in this town meant essentially doing nothing with my university degree the decision was made for me. My choice became even more clear when I knew I wouldn’t be making the shift alone. Someone must really love you if they are willing to pick up and start a whole new life with you and only you. I am still grateful to this day, without this I don’t think I could have done it.

I ended up being hired as an occasional teacher and the promise of consistent work was enough for us to make the move. We found an apartment and moved in that July, and by September I was working on a part-time permanent contract. I was ecstatic because I knew this was so much farther than I ever would have gotten in my teaching career if I would have stayed in my hometown.

Fast forward thirteen months and a full time permanent teaching position later and,

HERE WE ARE

A full year away from home, a full year of total independence. I honestly didn’t know if I was ready when it was all beginning more than a year ago, but now that I look back, I think I underestimated myself. I had a driving force behind me that was a blooming teaching career, and a family with nothing but support. Of course I miss my family, as I am an only child and extremely close with my parents (thank GOD for FaceTime am I right?) For anyone thinking about taking a risk, you never know unless you try and if you don’t try.. well you know what they say.

 

The Life of a Dog Mom

Ok ladies, you know the drill if you have a dog. They are your everything, your shinning light, your best friend. My dogs name is Kobi and he is a five year old Shorkie. I hate to admit it but this 6lbs fur ball rules my house like a KING! We do everything we can for our little fur babies some of us even going above and beyond. Think about how many posts and advertisements relating to dog or pets you see everyday! Most of them telling you, you need to buy the next best thing for your pup. But how far is too far. How much is too much.

My boyfriend and I are well aware that sometimes (all the time) we go overboard. For example, Kobi now has more clothes that a typical toddler and a bin so filled with toys we find them anywhere and everywhere. Not bad? Ok… what if I told you we bought him a lifejacket to go swimming, and we carried him around in one of these on Canada Day?IMG_2222

Please share more ways in which we can spoil our baby to no end, and share photos of how you spoil yours with me on Instagram! @walkingwthgrace

❤️ Kobi’s carrier