Migration

 

mi·grate

intransitive verb \ˈmī-ˌgrāt, mī-ˈ\

mi·grat·edmi·grat·ing

 

1: to move from one country, place, or locality to another

2: to pass usually periodically from one region or climate to another for feeding or breeding

3: to change position in an organism or substance <filarial worms migrate within the human body>

— mi·gra·tion \mī-ˈgrā-shən\noun

 

My family fits firmly under #1.  For, um, say the last forever.  Not that i'm complaining.  Quite the contrary; i love new places and people.  Roaming through three countries (yes, i do consider Puerto Rico a country... Hawaii too, but that's sure to start a riot and is not the best way to reintroduce myself) numerous states and provinces.  In the last decade and a half i've been a firm follower.  Even before  my daughter was born in '05 i spent my time following my partner to whatever job and place might provide us the best money and experience.  More on that later though...

 

Back to MIGRATION.  Our time in beautiful sunny San Diego came to a close in August '12.  We floated a couple months there, drained our resources, and then decided it was time to head back to our roots.  Our rainy snowy Canadian roots.  We've been floating between Brooks Alberta and both Ladner and Powell River in BC.  Thank goodness for family that loves us.  We're settling in Powell River for the next month or so, furthering education and soaking up the ocean which is walking distance.  It's a good place to be. 

 

With this much loved though somewhat transient lifestyle, it was never my intention to put my daughter into school, but rather do a mix of homeschooling/unschooling.  Then came the most amazing charter school.  Ever.  Complete with one of the best teachers i've ever had the pleasure of knowing (and having been in the system for 19+ years, both as student and teacher, that's saying something.)  I had the cake and icing these past two years.  Our kinder year we took advantage of the three day program our charter offered, and when our amazing teacher moved to grade 1 the following year, i was happy to enroll 5 days. 

 

Yes yes.  A lovely little story.  It's interesting to get so comfortable, knowing somewhere way far on the back burner that you won't stay forever.  Forever is a long time.

 

Yes.  MIGRATION.  Not only literally for my family, but returning to my original idea and idealism of homeschooling.  I won't lie... it's a tough transition for both me and my kid.  Thankfully, i have an extremely supportive family (my bff and sister in law is an amazing homeschooler to her 8 yr old son and has a hoarder's load of materials.)  I hope this blog will keep us accountable and uptodate for those who know me and how bloody distracted i get.  As mario would say.... "Here we gooooo."