Alright, Halifax friends, I have a confession to make: I moved to Dartmouth.
Yeah, that’s right, The Darkside. Yup, I saw those cartoons on Facebook a few weeks back… And yeah, those t-shirts were kind of hilarious. I’ll give ya that! But here’s the thing: We fell in love.
I should be more specific: We fell in love with a house, and it just so happened to be on the other side of the harbour. So shoot me, I’m officially a resident of Dartmouth (but don’t worry Halifax, I still love you, too, especially since we’re all going to work together to elect a competent mayor and council in October, right?!)
So far, life is good on the Darkside. My neighbourhood is quiet (nope, nary a shooting, stabbing or B&E on our block so far) and we’re close to a bunch of amenities. And while I do hate
crossing the bridge paying to cross the bridge every single day (seriously, bridge tolls?), this more than makes up for the stupid MacPass that’s now firmly affixed to my windshield:
Seriously? Seriously. On my day off last week, I hunkered down at Two If By Sea for a short while (only a short while because I was parked at a meter and it was ticking away) with my laptop, this sinful-looking mocha, and an ENORMOUS oatmeal raisin cookie.
Oh, you thought I was exaggerating when I said enormous, did you? Nope. I don’t joke about cookies. I got about 1/3 of the way through this bad boy and threw in the towel, packing the remnants up in a brown paper bag stamped: I love Dartmouth.
I woudn’t say I’m there yet, but if I keep visiting TIBS, Dartmouth may just win me over!