So I kind of had an incredible day today, and it made me want to write about what it’s like – living here, in the Lunenburg/Mahone Bay are of Nova Scotia. It’s pumping all summer and quiet enough to hear a pin drop in the winter.
I grew up in Halifax, Nova Scotia, and spent years and years travelling. Living in big cities: London UK and Auckland & Christchurch, New Zealand. Halifax is really the perfect city for me, because I felt so tiny in really big cities. Even after I lived there for years it would still be possible for me to get lost, because there were parts of those cities I hadn’t explored enough to find my way out of without a map. When we moved down to Nova Scotia’s South Shore, everyone told me I was making a mistake: I’d regret it, they said. I wouldn’t last a year and I’d be wanting to move back to the city. I don’t think it’s possible to be more wrong than those people were.
Today I was out pounding the cement in Lunenburg, working on Canada’s Census (a part-time job I have taken on this summer to help with the bills). I was walking through town for about 2 hours, and in those two hours I had so many unique experiences with the wonderful people who live there. I enrolled two of my children in an awesome free course run through the Public Library; I met a lady whose house is decorated with Pufferbellies – a local folkartist who just happens to be my sister. I bumped into old friends, I made new friends. It was a lovely morning.
The other day I had my children at the afternoon swim at the Mahone Bay Pool, and I sat and chatted with the Captain of the Bluenose. Seriously. He was just sitting there relaxing in the sun while his children were swimming. So friendly and unassuming. Famous, and yet just a regular Jo.
I went to the Farmer’s Market last Thursday in Lunenburg and the guy selling apple cider called me over “Trudi! We’ve got more of small jugs of apple cider again – do you still want some?” .. and then as I walked a bit further for some freshly made fishcakes to bring home for supper Anne Shupe, the potter, called me over “Trudi! I have a little gift for your children.” She gave me three little mugs: one for each of my children.
I sometimes get frustrated though: I mean, sometimes in the height of tourist season I have to actually wait at the stop sign and let 4 or 5 cars go by before I can proceed. Seriously! What’s that about! Traffic? We don’t do traffic here. Except, as mentioned, in the busiest part of the summer.
I like that I get a message from my friend in one of the two local grocery stores (there’s Foodland and Save Easy) to let me know if there is a special on for fresh fish. She’ll drop me a line or call me. “Hey Trudi? Fresh haddock tomorrow, and it’s on special. You might want to pop in early before it’s gone.”
I’m a nobody, really. I’m just Trudi Petersen. The youngest of the five Petersen daughters. I travelled and met my husband while travelling in Africa – his family are somebodies, but they are somebodies in New Zealand. Here he is just as unfamous as I am. And we haven’t spent our whole lives here, we Come From Away. And do you know what? It feels like I’m a part of a family. Everywhere I go people know me or know my children. Sometimes I’m called Mrs. Kaboodle; sometimes I’m Mitchell/Jacqui/Shani’s mum; sometimes I’m That Kiwi Bloke’s Wife; at preschool I’m often called Mummy or Teacher Trudi; sometimes I’m That Hostel Woman… but these people here made me someone. I don’t feel like one of a crowd, I feel like I’m my very own person and I’m connected to all of these people.
Living here in Lunenburg and Mahone Bay is what life is all about – what my life is all about. I’m happy here, and I wouldn’t move away for all the tea in China (I’m not much of a tea drinker anyway). It gets quiet in the winter, but there’s only nothing to do if you can’t be bothered to find something. It’s there for you … and in the summer? There’s always something happening somewhere. Always.
This is heaven, this is. You should come see it for yourself. Seriously.