I'm not a CFA, or an “Ontarioan”. I grew up in rural Nova Scotia. Not farm rural, but beautiful simple countryside by the shore rural. In my hometown there’s more churches and Tim Hortons than the actual population should allow for. There are more white hair folks than young adults. If I see someone my age, it is like sort of seeing an albino deer. A traffic jam consist of two trucks stopped side by side, windows down and conversation flowing. Sobeys parking lot you hear “Hey Jim! How’s she going?”. People smile at each other (sometimes they don’t even know each other *gasp*). The roads suck, pot holes are big enough to lose an echo in. The shitty roads though aren’t exclusive to my home town; you can go out and see them anywhere!

The truth of the matter is... it's my home. I packed up my bags, my life and moved to you. People talked you up. People were so excited for this simple country girl. Finally! She’s moving on up in the world. She’s going to see you, you dear Halifax. I thought finally, I will be stretching these little wings of mine and will be on my way to a “real job”. This will surely show everyone how independent I am. The city will harden my soft ways up. I will get over my recent heartbreak, find me a dashing city boy. I wont be a simple country girl anymore, I’ll blend right into the city. I will live happily cityly ever after. Apparently not so.

Which leads me to the point of all this- I don’t like you Halifax. You might say “Pack up your lil bitch wagon and move the hell home then!” I wish I could. I’m here to further my education so I can get a job. So I’m stuck here with you Halifax till I finish my education. Then I hope, pray that I can go home and get a job. Be with my family, my dog and my cats. I’m just not seeing what is so wonderful about you Halifax. Sure you got the pretty waterfront, but I be afraid to stick my pinky toe in that water. Sure there are nice folks... Just don’t look at them. Sure you have lovely people with the most beautiful dogs but don’t bother trying to talk to or pet their dogs. Sure you have another form of transit, and I am sure it's errrum lovely. Simply put I miss home. —Nee Nee