I now live between two bridges.
Which feels strangely symbolic… somehow.

I took a long walk in the most luscious Spring afternoon today and took this photo: the view from one of the bridges I live between.

So I’m here. I’m moved in. Mostly. And starting to get my bearings and feel more at home in this city of Kingston. It’s been a rocky emotional journey, for sure, as I leave behind all that is familiar to enter this new phase of my life. Unsure. Uncertain. Yet moving forward.