I have a habit of moving to strange cities.
When I was thirteen, my father pulled us onto a ferry and brought us to Corner Brook. I had never set foot in the province before.
Thirteen years later, and I'm a week away from moving to Ottawa.
Some things change. I have a husband, a son, some cats.
Some things don't change.
I feel like I'm on the edge of another big cross road. The next week there'll be hurdles and bumps and frustrations.
And then a new life.