Is it just me, or does everyone go through a phase of thinking they need to get rid of everything in their life that isn’t required for the basic support of their physical existence and start living more in tune with the universe around them?
Oh, come on! Surely there’s at least one other person who thinks this way on occasion????
Fine, you bunch of liars. I’m not afraid to consider what it would be like to be without my nano (a darling little lime-green number my sugar-sweet family gave me for mom’s day). I could definitely do without cell phones and mini-vans. I lived for a decade without cable, pizza delivery or at-my-door mail, so I’m pretty sure I could do it again.
Think of the benefits! Peace and quiet. That’s a big one. No frantic digging in my purse for a ringing phone; no associated sense of guilt that I missed a call. Big effing deal! I’m busy for pete’s sake! There’s a reason they invented voicemail, right? Why should I feel guilty?? I don’t know, but I do.
More time spent with family. If I lived off the grid it would stand to reason that my kids would too. No more running all over the planet to buy the “right” kind of ________ that they decided they need today. No more fights about what kind of pizza to order.
More time to spend on my passions: writing, reading, painting, creating… I have a need for a creative outlet that is not being met. I get tiny little bits of it here and there (you’re reading the result of the latest tiny little bit) but it’s not really enough.
Nova Scotia is the perfect place to ditch the rest of the world and become a quieter person, treading lightly on the Earth. Probably not ALL of Nova Scotia is slow and relaxed and off-the-grid. I’m sure Hallifax is a modern city, what with its public transportation and its harbour and its cultural center.
But the part I’m interested in, the Margaree Valley to be specific, is the perfect speed for someone wishing to drop off the grid a bit and enjoy some time listening to the crickets and the shore birds and the sounds of the wind in the conifer forest. Plus, there’s amazing fresh seafood and vistas that you couldn’t paint in a lifetime of canvases.
When we were in Inverness, near the Margaree Valley, the pace was similar to that of Mayberry RFD in the old Andy Griffith show. Restaurants (all three of them) closed around 8pm, the tiny little grocery store stocked only a couple of choices in every section as opposed to the dozens we have here. Don’t you get exhausted at the grocery store? Just make three kinds of cereal and call it done, you know??? And then there was the beautiful beach to walk on and gather sea glass, and Ceilidhs once a week. (Okay, I checked the spelling of that word and am extremely proud to say I got it right the first time!!)
I just enjoyed the pace there; the distinct lack of need to be anywhere at any particular time. This could indicate a propensity toward laziness. Of course, the people who live and work in Inverness would say that they are busy and they have schedules too. But I am just thinking about myself here, so indulge me. I dream of being able to live somewhere that expects only the bare necessities of me and that gives back the same. Somewhere that I can create and live and interact and be a part of the world around me without feeling like the world is pushing me along like a piece of tumbleweed on the Snake River. I would rather be a leaf on a slow-moving stream. But hey, maybe I’ll feel differently tomorrow.