The snow has settled

It isn't too often one has the opportunity to make a drastic change in life. Perhaps because change is terrifying. At least it was for me. I tried to get out of this move numerous times, but in my heart I knew it was the right thing to do. After all Chad was given the opportunity to work out there, we were offered accommodation and all signs from the universe pointed to Beaton. No matter how hard I tried to stop the forward momentum, this was happening.
Still, no matter how afraid of change I might have been, I'm amazed to find myself lapping up the tiny moments of pleasure found everyday in this rabbit hole I've jumped into. Yes there are times when pleasure is hard to be found, like first thing in the morning when the fire's gone out and someone forgot to cut enough kindling the night before (I'm not pointing fingers but...) or the moment I realized it had been 4 days since I had showered, my hair was officially glued in a semi rocker/drug addict/hippy do' and I wasn't sure who smelled worse, Chad or I. But these were times I just had to get over and learn to appreciate.
Because if I had fought against the frustrating things, like the snowstorm which blew through town the very day we moved in, forcing us to build a sleigh out of plywood and 2x4s, which we loaded up with all our "stuff" and pulled behind our snowmobile down the 400-metre hill between our "parking area" and the cabin. If I'd thrown my hands up and cursed out the bastard snowgod I would have missed a pretty fun ride, clinging to our belongings, hoping nothing would fall off the "wagon" and praying nothing would break. (only one bowl!) If I had refused to live in a cabin with no running water, I would never have known the sheer joy of being able to pee in the middle of the night while sitting on a toilet, once we'd gotten the water running 6 days later. Even if the water only flows from a garden hose, is freezing cold and I have to fill up the tank to flush the toilet every single time.
It doesn't matter. What matters is that we're out here doing something we'd always dreamed about and we're both pretty happy to wake up to massive snowcapped peaks and soltitude all around, we're building character with every swing of the axe and every pot of snow melted for dishwater. The basic things are a bit more fulfilling and the hard stuff is tomorrow's giggle. At least that's what I tell myself when I can't start the fire and my feet are freezing!
So I'm the first to admit I was wrong in being worried about the move to the bush, I'm excited to be here, but still a bit nervous about all the unknowns. Still whatever unfolds will be an adventure worth taking.
I promise to have photos the next time around, the internet is fussy and I can't stand to wait any longer!!!