Getting Aquainted With My New Digs


Most people would agree that moving to a new town can be a traumatic experience. Having moved several times to various Canadian locations makes me a veteran at this. I always said that it takes a year to get a feel for a new place: finding your way around the grocery store, getting a new hairdresser, knowing your way around town, and most importantly, finding out where all the bargains are.

Last January I moved to Coldbrook, Nova Scotia, in the beautiful Annapolis Valley. Newly married, I was not only finding out about my new locale, but also my new husband. I thought that wading my way through the tax system, getting my car licensed and inspected, applying for health care and getting into the system, finding a doctor, and all those other bureaucratic red tape things would make me an authority on the way of things in Nova Scotia. Not so.

I learned that there is such a thing as “Nova Scotia time”, which is never “on time”; I learned that the people are incredibly friendly. After spending 27 years in Quebec, I found this amazing. Here, you get honked at, smiled at, waved at and hello-ed by everyone, and I mean everyone, you come in contact with. What a difference from Quebec where I started out not being able to speak the language and when I did, I found that people were just not that friendly.

My mom always said you have to join something in order to make friends and become a part of the community’s fabric. I think she’s right. First I joined a church not far from the house. I diligently went there every Sunday but didn’t really meet people until the day I went into the kitchen to wash dishes during a Mother’s Day Tea. Well, you could say I was baptized into the soapy waters. All the action in the church comes from getting involved. What a novel idea, I thought, as I started to make some new friends.

I decided to try out the Wolfville and Area Newcomers Club. I went to the first meeting in the hallowed halls of one of Acadia University’s buildings. I had been told to be prepared to be snobbed because, I heard, Wolfville is a snobby town. Well, I thought, I can snob as well as the rest of them, and haven’t looked back since. At that first meeting, since I was the new person, I was given two tickets to a play at Center Theatre in Kentville. It was great! I go to the gourmet dinners which are held once a month, and participate in the book group, the writing group, and the quilting group. Hey, they even asked this transplant to be on the executive as a greeter and welcomer (it must be my friendly Newfoundland roots).

I was thinking of getting a job in order to meet people, but with all the newcomer activities, craft shows I’ve been in, and the writing course I am taking at Acadia this fall, I don’t have time to do my dishes, never mind something else.

So last week I sold divorce fudge at the Horton High Craft Fair, and I ran into people from church, people from the newcomers club, people from other craft shows, and people I met through Dave. Not bad for this newbie….

I think I’ve arrived

I think I’ll stay

I think I love it!

4 thoughts on “Getting Aquainted With My New Digs

  1. I met you at Horton on the weekend. Told you I’d heard about your ‘divorce fudge story’ and now I’ve come across your blog. btw your fudge was delicious!

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  2. Glad to hear that things are settling down. Keep up the blogging. Terry

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  3. Makes me want to move to Nova Scotia.

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