3:30 a.m., January 5th, 2013

I’m running around the house trying to sedate a cat. Of all our family members, she is the most unwilling traveler. After months of debate, decisions and details, the Alberts family is leaving the prairies and heading to Whitehorse. Most of us anyway. Our daughter is staying in Regina to finish the current semester. She will join us in a few weeks. Although we’ll miss her terribly, it might be for the best since – until our furniture arrives – there will be four of us sharing one bed. Not including the cat.

8:30 p.m. March 23

We’re at the S.S. Klondike, ready to Burn Away the Winter Blues. Our 5-year-old has enjoyed the waning winter months, but is clearly ready for spring. As the procession begins, he declares, “I hope this works.” It seems to – the snow started melting soon after. He is blissfully unaware that, by all accounts, this Yukon winter was unusually mild. And since Saskatchewan endured one of the worst winters on record, it looks like we chose the right year to move.

As we walk along the river, I’m struck by a notable difference between Whitehorse and Regina. There is always something going on here, some event or festival. The support and inclusion of diverse cultural expression is celebrated here to a level I never expected. Despite the occasional lack of details (since “everyone already knows…”), it is great to live where the people enjoy and support this creativity.

June 21, 2:30 a.m.

It is light all the time! Even the longest days in Saskatchewan cannot compare to the summer here. We’ve been busy exploring the trails, the geography here is vastly different that the flat fields I am used to. Driving the Alaska Highway through landscape I’ve never seen before, and seeing more wildlife in one summer than I have in my entire lifetime. Travelling up to Dawson or down to Alaska, I notice another difference between my two homes. A 2-hour drive to Skagway for a day trip seems trifling, but the same journey in Saskatchewan was cause for major planning. Similarly, a 6-hour drive to Dawson on a whim is something my family simply would never have done in Saskatchewan. I chalk it up to the prolonged light and the slower paced, laid back Yukon lifestyle. Maybe it’s starting to rub off on me…

August 22, 7:30 a.m.

The first day of a new school year here in Whitehorse. The last eight months have been a great adventure. We have had experiences that some people can only dream about. The opportunity to move here was one we simply could not pass up. And while it’s taking me some time to settle in – to make this new place feel like home – it will happen in time. However it occurs to me that the most reluctant of us to move is actually the one who has settled in the quickest; our cat is doing quite nicely.