In my life I’ve spoken to a lot of people who think that if they move somewhere else they would be happier. But I’ve always explained to them, that yes, location is important, but moving to where the grass is allegedly greener won’t necessarily make them happier. Usually it’s just something inside of them they need to fix, or tweak a bit.
If I were to move out of Toronto, for instance, it’s not because I’m unhappy here, but because I would want to have new experiences. I’ve been thinking about it more and more lately, going further into the country. Not to escape something, not to try and find something, but to discover something new.
People keep telling me to go to Hamilton, but I wouldn’t do that. Not because I dislike Hamilton, I enjoy it, but because I wouldn’t want to trade one Canadian urban centre for another.
I’m getting my driver’s license so that I can buy a car and make that move, at some point.
I really love my life. I don’t say that to be trite. I’m just really happy waking up every morning, having my coffee, going for a little walk, going to the cottage on the weekend, visiting Bobcaygeon, or Fenelon Falls, or Coboconk.
I’m lucky. Someone told me this once, and I’ve learned it to be true in my life: Don’t compare yourself to anyone. Wake up every day and make the choice to be happy. It’s easier than you would think.