Moving Home – Ex-boyfriend in Aisle 13

April 5, 2011
All you can do is laugh sometimes...

All you can do is laugh sometimes…

When you live away in anonymous cities and towns you hardly ever run into people you know from your past. I was born and grew up, for the most part, in St. John’s, Newfoundland where the biggest social years of my life occurred including Junior High, High School, 6 years of university and 1 year of college.

Then, like many Newfoundlanders, I headed to the mainland to see what else there was to this big country in which I lived. Had a great start in Toronto in my 20s, then off for martinis in Vancouver in my later 20s and across the country to Halifax for my early 30s, then to Ottawa for a brief stay and then to Georgian Bay area, Ontario, for 7 fantastic years…and then in 2009 I moved home to Newfoundland again for my 40s.

For 16+ years I was footloose and fancy-free roaming coast to coast. Coming back to my home town, with all its history…and all my early history, was an adjustment. 98% of it is so wonderful – all I could have ever dreamed. I get to watch my nephews and nieces grow up. I have the every day friendship of my sisters. My Mom and I are great buds and she is now involved in my business. I get to see some of my 47 first cousins and endless relatives fairly regularly. Besh and I love it here. Business is great. We have a whole pod of new friends, and the outdoor activity and scenery is mind blowing – just to name the highlights.

And then there’s the silly 2% that lurks in the back of my mind. It only rears its head when I, say, run out to the grocery store in my sweats and bed head or attend an event which pulls in the high school or university crowd. You never know who you’re going to run into, even if you do a pre-think on who might be there.

Although high school graduation was in 1988, when you run into someone you haven’t seen since then, it’s like you’re back in time. This, of course, includes the loves of my life from yesteryear that pop up at the most unexpected opportunities. It’s almost like getting a punch in the face. There they are. Right in front of you. “Holy shit” is what I hope I only say in my head and don’t blurt out. And in a flash of a second I blow the dust off that old folder in the archives of my memory and attempt to pull up the information about this person and our former relationship. What a wild ride.

I am happy to say 97% of my romantic relationships ended positively and I remained friends with many. Once again, it’s the 3% that keep me on my toes at social events now that I live home.

Moving home has been a major self-development phase for me. I am who I am today because of the experiences I have had. So what if I run into my ex-boyfriend from grade 9 in aisle 13 on a Tuesday morning when I look like crap? So what if I run into an old love with his wife and she detests the sight of me? So what? That’s what life is all about. That’s why Buddha laughs…and so do I 🙂

kapb_headshot_-_rounded_cornersArtist Keli-Ann Pye-Beshara – Experience Newfoundland & life through my artist eyes. Born and raised here on this big rock in the Atlantic Ocean. After my Fine Arts degree and Interior Decorating, lived away for ages. In 2009 moved back with new appreciation for this place. Come hang out and explore with me. Sign up for your Piece of Pye newsletter & art prizes!


  1. I’m very thankful that one of my ex’s lives in another province… However, even though we’re from NB, I totally ran into my high school sweetheart/biggest heartbreak ever at Sobeys on Ropewalk one day! Crazy.

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