So the wildest thing happened last year. I moved to Newfoundland.

In 2024, I was fortunate enough to inherit a small amount of money, which allowed me to go on my first vacation in 17 years. The goal was always Newfoundland, but in the planning of it all, my parents ended up in Edmonton to attend a Celebration of Life for a dear extended family member. The trip became a road trip. My parents suggested I take my new car and follow them home, and my husband and I knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity we didn’t want to miss.

Honestly, I fell in love with the place I came from all over again. Canada was beautiful in the fall, and Newfoundland was stunning. Shortly after, in the spring of 2025, my uncle fell ill, and I flew back to help my family through it all anyway that I could. It ended up being a month-long trip that I will never forget out of love for my family, and the horror of watching my uncle pass.

Both of these experiences, combined with the political climate of Alberta, put me in deep anxiety. I feared the loss of my family while I wasn’t around, missed the beauty of my home province, and felt growing tension over politics in Alberta, which also affected my ability to get a job. I was broke, feeling anxious and alone despite being surrounded by my husband, partners, friends, and remaining family members in my city.

So over the summer, after many conversations, my husband and I began packing, selling, and preparing to move. Check out some of my favourite photos from the trip.

So now we’re in Newfoundland, settling in, getting jobs, finding new patterns. Hopefully, with that, will come some new stability. We’re not there yet, but we’re finding our way still.

In fact, good news! I’m opening a studio/shop here in town. Keep an eye on my sketch journal and socials for proper announcements. And keep an eye out! I’ll finally be adding some new art.