I've had a situation on my mind for quite some time now. I'm a born and raised prairie farm boy, turned semi-city business guy. As far back as I can remember, the west has been my utopia. From the family vacation Expo '86 adventure when I was 9, to my coming of age mountain bike/VIA Rail B.C. trip at 17, to an unbelievable motorcycle trip thru the interior at 28, to my god-help-me-crisis-I-need-to-think escape to the mountains last fall, and dozens of western ski/snowboard/camping/etc adventures inbetween.
I am inexplicably drawn to the mountains. I often think its just one of those greener-on-the-other-side human weeknesses, but so many people I talk to love living here in Winnipeg and on the prairies. While I shudder to think of living here forever.
I won't burden you with the details, so a long story short. I married young to a girl that was glued to her family here and any suggestion of making a life elsewhere was brushed off and not considered. Quite frustrating. Several years passed and I accepted it and we were doing well. Last year my marriage and my life exploded in my face when my (ex)wife informed me of her slutty fling on our vacation in Venezuala. It was the most painful, soul shredding and terrifying experience of my life. I nearly did not survive, quite literally. But I am doing ok now finding a new path and re-evaluating my situation as a single man.
I find my self thinking daily about picking up and moving to B.C. I dream of my paradise in the okanagan, beautiful twisting highways, grand off road WR250F adventures, weekend snowboarding, camping, fishing, sitting lakeside with new friends, everything I love to do but severely limited to here. But it scares me. I have a couple really incredible friends here that I would always miss, family that I love, and a home that has always been home. On the other hand my business can easily be moved, people that I once called friends are now too chicken shit to come around anymore because the divorce makes things awkward, constant visual reminders here of my past marriage and life goals, and I still find myself wanting to cry some days for no damn good reason at all. She f-ed up my head so bad, I wish I could explain. It isn't necessary.
What's holding me back?
- It's insanely expensive to buy a home in the Okanagan
- I don't know if I like the idea of renting anymore
- I am a track addict and Active Mountain Raceway seems to have haulted.
- I don't know anyone in the Okanagan
- My divorce isn't settled yet
- I fear the unknown a little these days and seem to be clinging to what I have left.
So what the hell am I yapping about here. Well, I've found riders to be an incredibly vast resource of life experiences, knowledge, and most importantly they are the friendliest damn people on the planet and always willing to help a brother out. So I'm going to leave this broad opening discussion with a broad question for my fellow riders in my favourite province....
Should I stay or should I go?