Becoming Canadian

I could be persuaded to move into this house. Really, I could. Click on the image and you’ll be taken to a website that describes the place and the small town where it’s located, Annapolis Royal, Nova Scotia. I’ve never been to Annapolis Royal, though I feel like I know it well enough to know I’d like living there. A blogger and Facebook friend has a house there, where she lives during part of the year; she lives in Bisbee, Arizona the other part of the year. That’s another place I think I could live.  Back to Annapolis Royal, though; I could live there and enjoy it. Why? Well, for starters, there’s the Bay of Fundy. And the community is  alive with a spectrum of the arts.
It was designated the ‘most livable small town in the world’ by the U.N. in 2004. It is hailed as one of five ‘Cultural Capitals of Canada.’ It’s a short ferry ride from New Brunswick. I could go on and on. Take a look at this image. Is that not the epitome of tranquility?  Seriously, I think my heart rate drops each time I look at the photo. And, perhaps best of all, it’s in CANADA! I love Canada. Every time I’ve been there, I’ve been impressed with the civility of Canadians and the gentleness of the people who live there. I know, there are evil bastards everywhere, but it seems their numbers are small in Canada. The fact that this particular house include a turnkey pottery studio doesn’t hurt; I’d love to have a pottery studio (I might focus on my mask-making instead of making pots, but I think that would be acceptable to the residents of Annapolis Royal).

All of this is not to say that I want out of Hot Springs Village; I love this place, too. But I get restless, you know? I think, perhaps, I was born to be a vagabond, a  wanderer. And I’d be willing to bet large sums of money that the people of Annapolis Royal are far more progressive in their politics and social outlook than the majority of HS Villagers; that is appealing in the extreme.

Maybe I should visit before buying the place. Or maybe I should just throw caution to the wind and put in an offer, sight unseen. Uh, maybe not. Maybe I should ask my wife first. But I know her response. So I’ll try to be satisfied with a daydream about my life as a Canadian.

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"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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