While driving to Peggy's Cove today, I realized how different the things I want in life are now from a few years ago.

If you would have told me ten years ago that I wouldn't be living in Toronto, and that I'd be dreaming of a little country house, and of having a little girl to raise, I would have said you were crazy.  Ten years ago, hell even five years ago, I craved the city life.  I wanted to move to New York City, or at least get my debt paid off and move back to Toronto.  And children... HELL no.  I wanted the convenience of the city; the bustle; the constant noise, always something to do.

Now, I want something simple.  I want to sit on my porch, watching the sun set over the water, my little girl playing in the sand a few feet from me.  I only have a few years left to make this happen, so I'd better get on that.