I may have finally committed to our move to New Brunswick: I made a dental appointment with the dentist in town.
This is big news. I’ve had the same dentist (in Ottawa) since I was seven. I sort of just thought that every six months, I’d fly back to Ottawa and keep visiting him, the way I did through undergrad and graduate school and the Calgary wilderness years (that still feels very much like it didn’t actually happen). Then, when I was living in Ottawa again, it made sense. Now, when Tesfa hadn’t seen a dentist in eighteen months, it made less sense.
So now I have a dentist in town. I have committed to this little corner of New Brunswick. Off to try and commit to my stories to fix them up now.