A Place to Live. A Place to Grow.

Middle Brother-In-Law left for home after a week with us. The kids didn't leave the poor guy alone. I think Baby Boy dive-bombed his crotch at least a dozen times.

And he emptied the dishwasher a few times. That would make two more times than Husband ever did.

We didn't really do much. Husband still worked, though he took a bunch of afternoons off to golf with his brother. The older kids had birthday parties to go to - two each - which they weren't missing for anything. MIddle Child had the choice of hanging with his friend (The Saddest Girl's son) or going to a Blue Jay game. Let's just say the lure of a Bavarian pretzel and team sports wasn't nearly as attractive. The other party, which both kids were invited to, was all about watching Pirates of the Caribbean and eating candy. Johnny Depp AND chocolate??? Why wasn't I invited? We did manage to go out en famille to the beach, which our guest thought was a great spot. Personally, I also like the drive through the country to get there.

I live in a weird city. It's a strange mix of industry and the arts, rednecks and homosexuals, abject poor and, uh, the opposite. And it's surrounded by working farms. And mennonites. I'm more and more conscious of the dichotomy the longer I live here. I wonder if a visitor notices.

I also wonder if my brother-in-law noticed the many differences between Toronto and this part of Ontario. Too often, non-southern Ontarians lump the whole region with Toronto. Smell the air. Okay, wait until the manure truck passes. Or blow your nose. See? No black specks.

A report just came out stating that, on average, it takes someone 79 minutes to commute to work in Toronto (76 in Montréal, 66 in Calgary). Meanwhile, Husband walks to work. It takes him about nine minutes. And this city is so small, I hold strong to the belief that it takes seven minutes by car to take you anywhere within the city limits.

Mind you, it has its drawbacks too. Unlike a big city, it's pretty homogenous here. City-run activities can be a little hokey. But we're really good at "quaint". Please, get some locals to discuss how much money the city spends on flowers.

But I'm happy enough to live here. I didn't want to be in the middle of nowhere. I had to be within a two-hour drive to a metropolis. I wanted the kids to walk to school. I wanted to be near a fully-functioning hospital. Outside of that, I think your home really is wherever you hang your hat.

I lived in a place where many can't believe I left willingly. Sure, the first two months I was there, I loved the mountains and the ocean. But then it was just a place to live, with pros and cons just like anywhere else. I stopped seeing the mountains. I seldom went to the beach.

And, you know, the beaches nearby where I live now are on a lake that, to the naked eye, appear as expansive as an ocean. And clean. And blue. Yeah, it's not the same, but it's home. It's not so bad.