In late May 2013 I arrived in Ottawa, dog and cat in tow, boxes enroute via a moving truck, ready to begin my new life.
I went straight to my son’s house and he came with me to the apartment I had rented in Westboro. As an interesting side note, recently I was sent a list of the Top 8 Worst Places to Move to in Canada; Thunder Bay was #8. The same webpage also has a list of the Top 10 Neighbourhoods to Move to in Canada; Westboro was #10. While it’s interesting, I don’t really agree. Thunder Bay was my home for 38 years and, as I’ve mentioned before, if I had stayed in Toronto instead of moving north, I doubt if I would have made all the positive changes that I did in those years. But back to the story…
My new apartment was in an old triplex and I was on the middle floor. It had hardwood floors, three bedrooms, and was full of character. It was also in an amazing neighbourhood which was probably why it was so expensive. I could walk my dog along a bike path one block away or along Richmond Street just a few steps away. Everything I could possibly want or need was available in that few blocks of Richmond; four blocks encompassing 18 restaurants or coffee shops, a Lululemon that had free yoga on Sunday mornings, a Mountain Equipment Coop, a Superstore, an LCBO, Roots, and numerous trendy boutiques. Only a few blocks away was the Ottawa River and the Parkway where they close down traffic on Sunday mornings for walkers and cyclists. There was also a real beach, although I didn’t actually find that till the end of the summer.
My new work location was downtown right beside the Rideau Canal, the longest skating rink in the world in the winter. It was close to Rideau Centre, the National Arts Centre, and Confederation Park where they have the ice festival in the winter and weekly festivals in the summer.
Sounds perfect, right? It was!
But I was lonely and soon became a bit depressed.
I missed my house. I had no temperature controls in my apartment and it had no air conditioning and believe me, in Ottawa, you need air conditioning. It was too hot in the summer and too cold in the winter. I had no balcony or back yard. And, OMG! The noise from the people upstairs! I had to walk my dog every day – three times a day. That was a bad thing/good thing situation because walking the dog forced me to get outside and get exercise.
I had to take the transit to work; another bad thing/good thing situation because I got exercise.
I saw my son and grandchildren weekly because his in-laws were kind people who hosted a family dinner every week. That was a good thing – nothing bad about that at all, after all it was why I moved.
The place I had been assigned to work was in a back room, all by myself, with inadequate work space. It was cold, dark, and lonely and ergonomically challenging. As a result, I often worked from home; another good thing/bad thing. Nice to work from home—sometimes—but very lonely.
And that was my biggest challenge. I was lonely. I missed my friends and my life in Thunder Bay. But to be honest, that wasn’t a surprise. I had expected that because I remembered that it took me a while to make friends and fit in when I moved to Thunder Bay in the first place. But knowing something is natural and knowing it will change doesn’t help when you are actually struggling with depression.
My life wasn’t looking like my ideal day—yet.
Living in a really cool neighbourhood in Ottawa—check!
In a modern, spacious, open-concept apartment with beautiful art on the walls and no clutter—not yet.
Working downtown and enjoying all that our National Capital had to offer—not yet, although I could be if the space was better.
Hours playing with Henry and Jack and having dinner with my family—check!
I was at least on the road to the life of my dreams.
The people I worked with were very nice; friendly, welcoming and helpful. Even they wondered why I had been banished to the back corner when there were perfectly good cubicles filled with scrapped computers and junk. They actually took the lead to get me a space in one of the under-used cubicles and by Christmas I was in a bright spacious space with a view of beautiful downtown Ottawa.
A friend, when I shared that I was depressed, suggested I try Meetup.com as a way of making new friends and getting out. So I joined the Arts and Culture Junkies on Meetup and started going to art gallery crawls, dinners at local venues and pay-what-you-can nights at the National Arts Centre.
Enjoying all that our National Capital had to offer—check!
I decided to look for a new place to try to bring my living space closer to that pictured in my ideal day. Ever since I had moved into my apartment, I had been watching a new condo being built right across the road. One morning I looked out at my view of the construction and saw a new sign: 2 and 3 bedroom apartments for rent. What? I thought it was a condo? So I went over and chatted up the project manager and he let me in to the unfinished building to take a look. I ended up being the first person to actually rent—I had my choice of apartments and I chose one on the top floor with a huge balcony. It was perfect!
Modern, spacious, open-concept apartment with maple floors, an ensuite, in-suite washer and dryer, and big windows—check!
I already had the beautiful art on the walls and I had bought all new furniture when I arrived. And it was still in my favorite neighbourhood—check!
Also, although I haven’t mentioned this before, my ideal day usually had some kind of romantic interest in it. A kind, intelligent, funny, respectful, sexy man with a whole list of other wonderful attributes—not yet. But I know that I have to work on myself at this point, so that I attract someone wonderful and I’m ready to receive when he shows up. To that end I am taking action towards feeling attractive and ready to be in a relationship. Since this time last year, I’ve lost over 60 pounds and I’m slimmer now than I was when I moved to Thunder Bay in the 1970s. It’s a bonus that my new healthy diet gives me the energy I need to enjoy my new life.
So here I am, living the life I had visualized, proving once again that the Law of Attraction does work and all the tools I talked about in my book do work, sometimes in spite of ourselves. And what have I learned from this experience?
- Be very specific about what you want to appear in your life because it will appear.
- Give it time. Sometimes you want the road to be straight from ‘thinking’ to ‘getting’ but it doesn’t always work that way. Sometimes the road is a little more twisty. If you just relax and trust, and keep driving, you’ll get there. You might as well enjoy the route because there probably is a purpose. For example, if I hadn’t been living across the road watching this apartment being built, I would never have gotten into the building, and for sure not in one of the few penthouse suites.
- Quit worrying! Will I never learn this? Because here I am now, 16 months from retirement worrying about what to do so that I don’t end up homeless on the street. As usual, being a bit dramatic. Worrying is such a useless waste of energy.
- People are good. I always knew and believed this but this experience has reinforced it. So many wonderful people have helped me along the way—from the people at work who spoke to other people so I would be able to move out of the back dungeon, to the people I meet walking my dog every day and who have become my friends.
So that’s why I’ve been away. I’ve been working with the Universe, using the power of Future Pull and the Law of Attraction to create the life of my dreams. But I’m not finished—it’s a work in progress.