I live in the best place in the world!! You may love the place you were born, or the place you’re living now. You may hate either, or both. Doesn’t matter! I live in the best place in the world. There is no perfect place, but mine is the best compromise. I live in the center of Southern Ontario, Canada.
I live within an hour’s drive of three of the nicest of the Great lakes, hundreds of miles of white sand beaches and cool (but not cold) water. Some, near the bigger cities can be contaminated, but if you’re willing to drive a bit, it’s worth the trip. All the tourist traps and the natural magnificence of Niagara Falls are but an afternoon’s trip away.
If you don’t like the big lakes and the big crowds, there are dozens of little lakes where you can put up a cottage and go fishing. They’re a bit reedier, muddier or rockier, but often so small they’re like a warm jet-spa.
The land ranges from pool-table-flat, to hills tall enough to ski on in the winter and keep the eyes interested in the summer. Mountains are magnificent, but they block out the sky. The land is covered with some of the most fertile soil in the world. Sadly, urban sprawl is eating a lot of it up, but a huge selection of meat and vegetables are locally grown, and fairly cheaply.
My city called itself “The Biggest Small Town in the World”, almost 50 years ago when I arrived. It’s grown a lot, but it still has a small town feel. It’s big enough to be interesting, without being so big it’s dehumanizing. We have a concert hall, with a local symphony. Acts like Roger Whittaker, Brad Paisley, Jeff Dunham, Cats and Rent have come to town. If you want more than that, Toronto is only an hour’s drive away.
We have two Universities and a widely renowned Community College. The Kids Museum morphed into themuseum (allonewordnocapital), still with stuff to interest kids, but with added paintings and sculpture, plus defunct equipment telling the tale of vanishing local manufacturing. The house where J. M. Schneider, who founded the meat packing business lived, is preserved, and can be toured. Doon Pioneer Village, on the outskirts, used to highlight the 1870s, Mennonite heritage, but has moved up 50 years, and now showcases life in the early 20th century as Doon Heritage Crossroads.
The weather too is varied enough to be interesting, but almost never vicious. We have four distinct seasons. Johnny Carson was dismayed when he moved from New York to Los Angeles. He found they only had two seasons out west, wildfire and mudslide. When the temps went from warm to warmer, the city crews took in the green plastic plants, and put out the brown plastic plants.
In the summer, our temperature usually ranges from mid-70s F. to high-80s F., with just enough humidity in the air to be comfortable. Places like Arizona are great for people with asthma and other breathing problems, but are so dry the skin flakes off your face, as readings soar over 100 F. Places like Georgia have slightly lower temps, but moisture levels so high, even healthy folk have trouble drawing a breath.
In the winter, readings usually hover about 10 degrees below freezing, not like western Canada, where it can plunge to minus 30 or 40, and the wind whistling across the prairies can make it feel like -50 or worse. It can get hot in the summer, and cold and snowy in the winter, but not for long. The area is so unexciting that even the weather gets bored, and moves on.
We generally get just enough rain in the warm months to feed the crops, not cascading off the mountains and washing us into North Dakota. Kitchener is near enough to the Great Lakes that they moderate our temperatures, but far enough away that we are not inundated with snow. We get enough to provide spring watering for farmers but not so much that we have to exit buildings from second, or third, floor windows.
We are not subject to monsoons, or tsunamis. The tail end of an occasional hurricane blows this far north and inland, like last fall’s Superstorm, but rarely causes much damage. We do experience the infrequent tornado. I once drove within a quarter-mile of one, on my way to visit my parents. It snapped a few tree branches off and swirled a couple of wheat fields, but wasn’t at all like the half-mile-wide, twenty-mile-long swaths that march though Kansas.
We get the occasional temblor from Montreal, or Ohio, if they’re fracking for natural gas. Just enough to rattle dishes, but no real earthquakes of our own.
We manage to find all kinds of things to bitch about area politics and politicians, because it’s a game we don’t want to miss. Compared to other spots on the globe, local politics is bland and boring. We don’t have oppressive regimes like Cuba, Iran, North Korea or China. We are caught at the edge of the World meltdown, but our Pols still guide us better than the 23-party, can’t-get-a-decision-made, coalition in Italy, or the fiscal ineptitude of Ireland or Greece.
We escape the polarization of the U.S.A., probably because most far-out opinions are not expressed, and are ignored, not fought about, when they are. While we appreciate America being the world’s policeman, our tiny, under-supplied Army leaves us money to provide health care for our citizens. This is socialism, not Communism. If it’s good enough for the Swedes, it’s good enough for us.
Religiously and morally, it’s pretty much live and let live. Jews, Muslims, Christians and Shintoists all live in the same communities. No-one wants to force their beliefs onto others or drive non-believers from town. Of course, we all hate the Jehovah’s Witnesses, especially when they ignore the Do Not Ring Bell sign early Saturday morning, when we’re trying to sleep off Friday night.
Abortion and gay marriage are both permitted, although it’s more like just ignored. There are those who are disturbed by both, but there are others, just as numerous, for whom the removal would be just as disturbing.
All in all, I live in Goldilocks-land, not too hot, not too cold, not too bland, not too exciting, a bit of everything, but not too much of anything. Come and visit us when you can. Keep Ontario green; bring money.