Lately I have been indulging a fantasy of moving to St. John’s, Newfoundland & Labrador. Retiring there or just up and leaving. Putting aside the weather, hills, oil money, and tiny little houses full of stairs, it looks great. It has coffee shops and a knitting store. Plus the water and a lot of people playing music in a lot of bars. Also, according to Google streetview, a dedicated karaoke bar.
Mostly it has the water and the benefit of being on the edge of nowhere. I could use a lot more nowhere in my life; the amount of DC in it is sapping all our reserves. A little bit of nowhere full of a mishmash of accents all sounding a bit like my grandparents seems like heaven. Even if it does come with fog, rain, damp, hills, drunks, and off-shore drilling.