Ah life in New Brunswick. Specifically, southern NB down by the Bay. You are a constant source of mystery and amusement.
I’ve never lived in a place where the weather turns on a dime the way it does here. It’s incredible. I live 12 minutes outside of the city of Saint John and on a given day, the weather at my house and the weather in the city can differ by as much as ten degrees or more. It can be bright and beautiful in the valley and cool and foggy in the city. And oh, that fog. It’s no wonder Saint John is often called Fog City.
There’s misty fog that lingers over the bodies of water and the Bay itself, thick pea soup fog that slows traffic and rests like a heavy quilt over the whole area. There’s the creeping fog, when I’m at work and looking out my window at the hills not too far in the distance, sometimes I can watch the fog seep up over the side and start spilling down towards me. There’s phantom fog. Fog that you can see, you *know* is there, but that disappears the moment you catch up to it. It can last for half an hour, it can last for days.
The fluctuation in day to day weather is also something to get used to for sure. Yes, it may be bright and sunny today but that doesn’t mean tomorrow won’t be cold and rainy. And let me just say that 25 degrees here does not feel like it did in Ontario. It’s way hotter here at 25 than it ever was there.
NB’ers are used to it. The weather here is a running gag. People talk about it not to make small talk but to genuinely express how nutty it is, to lament it or to laugh at it. Frequently heard in the city is the phrase: ‘don’t like the weather? Wait ten minutes’.
It took some getting used to. We were told by so many people that we would love the winters here so much more than an Ontario winter and then we proceeded to have the two worst winters in decades, back to back. The ice storm winter our first year here and then this past one with the onslaught of snow. Over ten feet of cumulative snow. In two and a half months. Now that is insane.
I’m used to it now though, most of the time. I can roll with the weather flip flops most days but, I do miss having an actual summer. We’ve had two full weeks of sunshine and warmth before it went back to low twenties/high teens and rain again. My poor garden is feeling the effects. By which I mean, none of my veggies are really growing. Just when they started to get the sun, it went away and left them confused and stunted.
I don’t mind though, in the long run. Life on the East coast has its compensations. It’s more beautiful here than anywhere else I’ve ever lived. It’s quieter somehow. Even in the city. I don’t feel the same restlessness and urgency over things that I did in Ontario, at least, not most days. I love the people.
If you’ve never been out East, I urge you to come for a visit. Just make sure to pack for every type of weather, because goodness knows, you’re going to get it.