In. Love. With. England.

heart-510100_1280I know it has only been a little over one week, but I have fallen head over heels for this country.

It is familiar, yet different.

Is this feeling of familiarity a result of us moving to an English-speaking country? Is it because the UK system of government, health care, and views on socialism are similar to my Canadian experience? Or could this familiarity be at a more cellular level?

Cellular level…what?!

Bear with me while I explore this thought.

On both sides of my family my ancestors immigrated to Canada from the British Isles; Wales, Scotland, and Ireland. My granddad was born in London in 1904 while his Welsh family was in the process of immigrating to Canada.

Winnipeg to Hertford

Back to the Mother Country

Perhaps moving to England is more like coming home for me. It feels right in my bones. Or is that the humidity?* 

I have never lived anywhere but Winnipeg, and our Winnipeg house is only a mile from my childhood home. Being in a familiar environment has always been comforting and the thought of moving anywhere far from family and friends brought me mild to extreme waves of anxiety, yet now that I am 3,900 miles from my Winnipeg front door I feel at home.

Hertford Castle

Hertford Castle

A few days ago I ventured out to explore Hertford with my youngest. I let my 11-year-old dictate our destinations as I want the kids to become as comfortable with their new town as I am. We got lost, found our way back home, and in the process discovered two more candy stores (we are now up to four and the girls are in sweets heaven), the pet store, a WH Smith bookstore, a fish monger, and of course a castle.

We are in England after all.

On Saturday we went to the town centre farmer’s market, registered with a surgery to get a National Health Services number, searched out a clothes dryer (as stiff undies, t-shirts, and jeans are not as cozy as they sound), and ventured to the metropolis of Welwyn Garden City to get shirts, skirts, shoes, and trousers to complete the girls’ school uniforms.

Oh, and did I mention I DROVE for my first time?

Maybe we should get that NHS number, before I take to the roads again…


The mini. My dream car. Helmet on. Ready to ride!

*Humidity, damp, rain, and more rain to be explored in a later post, because…England. And rain is a thing here. Just like how Canadians do snow and cold, the English do rain and cool.

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8 Responses to In. Love. With. England.

  1. christina m albig says:

    SO glad you’re enjoying it. And the feeling at home… when Ralph and I visited Australia, we felt the same familiarity, and I noticed at the time that those similarities had to do with both Aussie and Canada having British roots.

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    • jodiwriter says:

      Isn’t that interesting…and makes total sense. People here are just so kind and helpful. Always ready to offer directions, suggestions, and how to figure out the trash! It is very complicated and organized. YOU would LOVE it!


  2. Mark says:

    I totally think you should drive the mini, put the dryer in the back ( if it fits ), and then start timing the Candy route while driving. We should see if you can start getting your skill set up in driving on the incorrect side of the road – cause of course in Canada, we drive on the “right” side.

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  3. Well, it sounds like you’re having a fantastic time, and many fun adventures (including being locked out of your home) 🙂
    We miss you tons!
    Candy, castles, trousers (hee hee), and random cats visiting your yard? Maybe England rocks just as much as Canada!!
    Happy to hear that you’re settled and having fun.
    Love from the Hartley’s!


    • jodiwriter says:

      Oh, how we miss you fabulous Hartleys! We keep saying, “The Hartleys would love this! Wouldn’t it be great if the Hartleys were here!” We are off to Paris today and will be adding to the growing list of places we’d love to explore for a Grand Hartmichael Adventure!

      Hugs and kisses,


  4. Teresa says:

    So happy to hear about your adventures! Glad everything is working out. I have your Happiness Books and thinking about how we are going to use them moving forward. Thank you for sharing! You seem to be living and breathing HAPPINESS. Teresa


    • jodiwriter says:

      So happy to hear! We are now in Paris after a very scary experience in the Paris train station. Happy to be now going to Disney today and happy the sun is shining. It is all about perspective, is’t it? Big hugs!


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