Years ago we were transferred to Windsor, Ontario from our life in Toronto. Frankly, I had no idea where Windsor was. I knew it was west. That's an understatement.
"Get on the 401 highway and head west," were the directions from my boss. "When you get to the end of the highway and someone asks for your I.D., back it up a little. You'll be in Windsor." Windsor is on the border with the U.S. Detroit is across the river.
Long story short, that was 18 years ago. In spite of career upheaval and crisis now and then, this has been the best thing that ever happened to our family. We couldn't possibly have enjoyed the quality of life we now enjoy - our neighbours and neighbourhood, our proximity to a major American city while still living in a small town, our friends, our Church, and our well adjusted, well educated and very cool children raised right here. Windsor has been good to us.
There's more to a community than house prices. There's more to life than working to pay a mortgage.
Read the Globe and Mail article on the subject: