The thing that we speak of as beauty does not have to be sought in distant lands,
It need not be looked for even so far as around the corner.
It is here close about us or it is nowhere.
There are so many differences between The West coast and The East coast. Well, as far as this farm girl and her experiences go. I have to say I love the west coast for so many reasons.
The main reason being, the how does it work phenomena of not having any pain out west, no matter the weather. Yes, it is a fact that my fibromyalgia does not bother me when I am out there. As a matter of fact, neither does my arthritis. Oh yes, I know you are thinking this cannot be true, but it is.
There was not one day that I had not walked, at the very least, 5 kilometers and most days involved so many more. Hiking and walking every waking moment, for hours. That is the reason I do not hesitate to go out west when given the opportunity, and to fly to this magic place. Pain free is very addictive for a girl who likes to be outdoors and active.
I also love the sheer beauty of the west. With its ocean views, lush foliage of very different varieties. Oh, those mountains have a magnet that continues to pull me, even when I am back at home. Who could resist? It is truly a place of a beauty that you could not match here in my Ontario, at least that is what I believed while I was out there. I must admit that during the whole visit I dreamed that I had a place to call “home” out there.
After ten days in Vancouver and after venturing out to explore places like Surrey, Hope and Abbotsford I am truly in love with all I had experienced out there.
Now, and after a couple of days back and with the jet lag finally wearing off, I took a drive. It is autumn here in Ontario Canada. I have to say there is no place that does autumn better than Ontario, my home. I parked and took in all the beauty that lined the back roads that I am lucky enough to pass every time I go to town.
Sure, I may not be able to see those incredible never-ending mountain views, or taste and feel the cold ocean water. There will be no stroll along those beaches that line the seawall. No hiking endless hours without pain, but boy oh boy I am home and there is nowhere I would rather be.
Now, if I can only figure out how to bottle up that “No-pain phenomena.”
Lots of stories are percolating from this trip. Memories of a lifetime once again fill my mind. I will go back to the mountains someday because they continue to call. There is no doubt about that. In the meantime, I am home and it is beautiful.
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