So my mother, and everyone else has been on me to write a blog about my upcoming move to Tuktoyaktuk NWT. I was like, I'll just facebook and Instagram, but then I was like... fine, I don't want all the family on my facebook, so I'll just piggyback on my mom's blog.
This whole story starts long long ago. I can't 100% remember how I stumbled upon an article about the community greenhouse in Inuvik or something. According to google, the first time I searched Inuvik was June 2013. So probably around then. (myactivity.google.com is a terrifying wonderful tool)
I read as much as I could and fell in love with the spirit of the North. As I read about the greenhouses and the Hay River Northern Farm Training Institute, how these people who are neglected and forgotten about by the rest of Canada are tired and done with waiting for government support and are doing things for themselves, partnering with private business and corporations like Hellmanns. How they honour their culture and traditions in a way not really possible in the rest of Canada. (Inuit weren't subjugated under the Indian act until the 1930s, and even after that it was hard to enforce in the northern remote arctic) I apparently (according to google) looked at moving there pretty much immediately. When I realized I was supposed to be a teacher (called my mother and said WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE TELL ME PLEASE) I knew I wanted to teach up there. I went to the University of Alberta and fast tracked my degree. I just graduated. I figured no one but me would be willing to move to the Arctic in January. (I was right) I saw a job posting for a Kindergarten teacher in Tuktoyaktuk starting January 3rd and I was like, Karma and hard work are paying off so hard right now. It was my ideal job and location. And then a month later I interviewed and got it.
When people ask me, why the hell I'm moving to the North Pole, I break it down into 4 "C's". Curriculum, Community, Culture and Cash.