I’ve left Toronto, my home of 13 years.  Today the house closed.  I picked up the keys around 3:30PM in Mississauga on my way to my new stomping ground.  The beautiful Bruce Peninsula.

I don’t have much more to say.  Buying a house for the first time is a harrowing experience.  I’m glad I’ve done it.  Hopefully, should the opportunity present itself again and we decide to make a purchase, I’ll have a better sense of everything.

Tonight I sleep at my mother in law’s and tomorrow morning we drive our rental truck over the property and unload.

Toronto may have a new vacancy, but my heart will always have a piece of Toronto contained within.



2016 – A Counting of Years – Accounting the Year

As I sit here next to my sleeping son on his first New Year’s Eve, I can’t help but be contemplative of how 2016 has been for my family and I.

Last year, at around this time, my then fiancee and I were at a bar in Toronto; See Scape, celebrating the incoming year of 2016.  We didn’t know exactly what the new year would bring, but we did know we would be welcoming our newborn around March of the new year.

We did indeed welcome our boy, Ash, in the new year on March 7th, 2016.  As we continued into the year we rounded our our planning for a wedding and mapping out our parental leave together.

We were able to spend two months together up in Wiarton over the summer and it was truly two months of joy.  Near the end of our time in Wiarton we began looking around at properties, dreaming of where we might move from our apartment in Toronto in order to put down some roots.  The Bruce Peninsula had some beautiful offerings.

I had to find out, however, if it would work with my company.  If my moving into a remote position would fly and pair with the vision of the company.  After reaching out to one of the partners for a conversation, I was pleasantly relieved to find out it was more than okay.  That it would be a welcome change.  That I would be a welcome addition to a growing remote workforce that could help them iron out any wrinkles in their process.

We continued looking and found our home.  Made an offer.  Negotiated.  Signed an agreement.  Secured a mortgage.

And we’re here.  While we are unable to usher in the new year in our new home as it closes on the 3rd of January, we are now spending the night in our new home town.  Wiarton will be a hub for years to come, with an outer spoke up in Lion’s Head with the gravity well of Owen Sound and yearly trips to Summerfolk.

We’re here.

2016 was a fantastically good year for us.  We had our first born, got married, bought a house, and moved all our stuff up here.  One year.

In one year we accomplished many of the dreams we pulled from our grey matter.  My wife and I hope to continue dreaming and evoking them into reality.

For 2017 I hope for a globally better year for everyone else, and a decent year for us.  It will be a year of foundation building and root growing.  An expanding to fill our space, metaphoric as well as literal.

We hope for bees.  We hope for chickens.  We hope for decently operating internet and many gatherings of friends around one of our fire pits or dining room table.  Or both.

We hope for a sharing of what we have accomplished.  A sharing of our dreams with those friends and family who have the opportunity to share with us.

It’s been a big bonfire year, and for 2017 we hope for a slow and steady burn of the fuel we’re accumulated.

I hope, for everyone else, something close to what they seek.

Be well,


Christmas Tree Day, 2016

It has been 26 years of tradition.  Each year, on the 1st Saturday of December, the Fera brood and friends head out into the woods and hunt the ever elusive perfect Christmas tree.  Next year, in 2017, it will be the first time that my own branch of the Fera family retrieves their tree in this manner.  After over a decade and a half of city living in small apartments and condos I’m very  much looking forward to moving up and out of the city to where nature still reigns supreme, right down to the region’s laws and bylaws.

2016 was a fantastic year for my family and I.  We gave birth to our son, Ash Fidelio Ratcliffe Fera.  We planned and executed our wedding and Ana and I danced under the stars there on September 10th.  We searched for and purchased a home.  Fantastic fundamental bedrock-building things.

2016 was also a tough year with tough news and outcomes.  So many fantastic celebrities playing poker with each other in the hearts and minds of all who remember them.  A country south of my own who is in a state of turmoil from the recent election.  My thoughts go out to anyone that has recently become a victim of abuse due to those acting as if ‘White Supremacist’ ideology is now ok by everyone.  It is not okay with me.  Most of my life I’ve been guilty of passively shaking my head and looking the other way to casual racism and xenophobia.  I’m searching myself these past few weeks to try and think of a good way to build bridges of understanding to those who can be reached.  I’m also trying to be more vocally and vehemently opposed to that kind of action or speech by those who cross my sphere of influence.  In Canada we’re at a dangerous point where the currently elected PM is waffling on some of his fundamental platforms that got him elected.  That will very likely lead to disillusioned splitting of votes and resurgence of extremism here as well.  It’s my goal to try and unite rather than divide by way of common stories.

We are all human and we all have common stories; the largest and smallest of which is being born at all.

On that note, I want to leave you all with a promise to work at being a better person as I move forward on my own thread of life; and a better ally to those around me who need them more than ever before. (But have needed them long before my taking a more active stand.)

And here’s a first of more to come.  A film starring my son, my wife, and our spider plant.  A Christmas Story, 2016.

In the immortal words of someone for whom I have much respect, Captain Disillusion:

“Love with your hearts, but use your head for everything else.”

Shane Fera