Five years and counting: Moving to New Brunswick (Part III)
Hard to believe, but it’s been five years since my friend and I pulled into the driveway after dark, with a disintegrated rear tire and most of my wife’s and my worldly possessions in tow.
Hard to believe, but it’s been five years since my friend and I pulled into the driveway after dark, with a disintegrated rear tire and most of my wife’s and my worldly possessions in tow.
Language is a fascinating aspect of human existence. It evolves – sometimes in ways many of us wish it didn’t – and changes in response to its surroundings.
We finally had one foot in New Brunswick, where we really wanted to be. We just didn’t know exactly when we would move here or what our life here would look like.
My East-Coast-born and raised wife, Michele, lived in Alberta for 37 years and she never once wavered from calling the Maritimes “home”.
“We came with our suitcases, our hope, and our credit cards,” was how community activist, Yuliia Kondtratska put it.
In New Brunswick, it seems to be culturally acceptable not to return phone calls, e-mail requests, or even requests made by snail mail.
A piece done by Global News on March 21, 2024, entitled, “Some N.B. municipalities angered by extra property tax pamphlet, Union says” cries out for a response.
They sit in their vehicles behind the Centre communautaire, high-beam headlights illuminating but a sliver of the temperamental Strait
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