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As many of you know, I have recently picked up sticks and moved from beautiful British Columbia back to my long-time home, Toronto. This is the fortunate and stunning view I now have from my balcony and I’m gob-smacked and thrilled.

Most of you also know that I loved exploring in BC. The mountains. The ocean. The rainforests and the lovely trails that wound through them like the veins around your heart. I thought perhaps it might be home. I even drove cross-country to bring back a cherished family heirloom to my Coquitlam apartment last summer during The Great Farm Hutch Adventure. I was that certain that I had found my forever home.

Yet.

It was not until I moved back to Toronto and had a chance to breathe, reflect and visit family and friends that I realized that indeed, home IS where the heart is. While I won’t be taking any beloved rainforest hikes here in Ontario, or shuttling up a gondola to a stunning mountain top in Squamish..or…or…or…I do not find myself missing these cherished activities in that beautiful, stunning province. My relieved heart is telling me I am in the right place.

Perhaps Malala Yousafzai says it best “If you go anywhere, even paradise, you will miss your home.”