In under two weeks this blog has been hit just shy of 3k times. That to me is flat out amazing. Hits have come from countries all around the world including Australia, Pakistan, Costa Rica, Mexica, Italy, France, Ireland, Croatia, The UK, The European Union, Denmark, Norway, Iceland, Japan, Slovenia, India, Germany, The UAE, The USA, and of course this girls home country, Canada. The two newest countries to top the list include both The Netherlands and Singapore.

To all those following, and all those at home reading, sincerely thank you. I hope that something has struck home, touched your soul, or motivated you in someway. Thanks for the emails, the Facebook messages, the private messages, the texts. Thanks for getting in touch and asking me a question. Thanks for saying thanks. For telling me you feel less alone. Or for just telling me that you enjoyed a piece of writing or a poem. It warms my heart.

For those who want to know a little more about who I am, I am a 27-year-old eccentric, anxiety-prone, music loving, weirdo from Canada, or the North Country, (love that song, “girl from the north country,” by Dylan and Johnny Cash). If you haven’t listened to it. Go now. Just go now and listen. I was raised and live in Labrador which is on the East Coast of the country. I grew up in a small fishing community, L’Anse au Loup, which is situated right on the big, beautiful, cold, Atlantic Ocean.

My house growing up was literally straight across from the local fishplant, where all of my brothers at one point or another cut cod tongues for a little extra cash. Even my beautiful sister worked there. Cod literally came out of the ocean and landed on my plate. Where we played hide and seek in lobster pots. Where the smell of Turbot coming in off the wharf was enough to turn your stomach. Where I ran on a treadmill eveynight that was perfectly positioned across from the words “Labrador Fishermans Union Shrimp Company Limited.” Oh my god, how many times did I say those words in my head I wonder! Where the capelin was set out on flakes to dry in late June, early July. Where the seasonal community swimming pool where I lifeguarded was, no word of a lie, 4 ft deep the entire length. But I loved that pool. The 25th of June couldn’t come fast enough.

I can still hear the waves, during those huge winter storms, beat against the rocks and splash to hit the pavement of the narrow road that separated my house from the plant. From my house, in the summer months you could see whales jumping, as they chased the capelin into the shore. Capelin rolling on the beach is literally one of my favorite things in the entire world. Sounds weird, right? It’s not. It’s cool as shit.

I currently work full-time in Goose Bay, Labrador, where my fiancée is an Engineer and I a prevention social worker with the Innu First Nations people on the Sheshatshiu Reserve 30km from Goose Bay.

I also have an English degree. In 2013, I applied to two post-graduate programs one being a fast track social work program and the second being a journalism program at King’s University in Halifax, Nova Scotia. I was accepted into both. The social work program took 15 students and the journalism program accepted 50. I had a mental breakdown trying to determine what to do. No, seriously, I actually did. And although writing has been my dearest passion since I have been just a wee little child, I decided to embark on a career in a helping profession. I told myself if I wanted to write, I could always write.

It was during my social work degree that a professor asked me whether I kept a blog. She told me I should. I told her, “I don’t have time.”

But my love affair with words has never ended. I love words. I love scrabble. I love the challenge of coming up with the right word to fit in a sentence or to describe something. Words are like pieces of a puzzle to me, and fitting them together to convey meaning is an art. It’s a beautiful art. It’s my favorite thing in the world, right up there with capelin rollin’ on the sandy shores of home.

I encourage you to send me an email which you can do or continue to do through the contact page on this site. Thanks guys. xox

Sending all my love from the East. Mandy Halbot

14 thoughts on “A Girl From L’Anse au Loup, A Girl From the North Country

  1. Isn’t social media just amazing,in just a short while, readers from all over the world are beginning to know our own NL and Lab girl. I love your writings and one day you will have a best seller. Write write write.

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    1. Yes! I am your niece in law and you are my aunt Margaret ! Heheh as long as you continue to knit me beautiful things, and give us hams and ducks and whatever else! LOL just kidding ! Love you the most and miss you always! Sure we will see you soon! Xxxx

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    1. Awe!! Thank you! Haha it’s sweet whenever anyone says that, where we didn’t have any family in the area, but LAL was and will always be my home. Even if we no longer have a house there…oh gee, the water works are about to come!!! Keep reading! Xxx

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    1. Thanks Ada! We are the most fortunate for having had such a privileged lifestyle to grow up on those shores hey! I live in GB and I desperately miss the ocean most days! Where are you now?

      Xxxxx

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  2. Love reading your blog, Mandy…
    I live in the praries and from the Labrador coast. Lanse au Clair is where I was born…I really miss the ocean and it’s beauty….Roars of the ocean and the sights and sounds of nature .The big land is certainly like no other!!

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    1. Thanks Johnathan!! I’ve been to the prairies and I remember how very flat it was. It has its own beauty, but nothing else ever compares to home does it?? L’Anse au Claire has, in my opinion, the most beautiful beach on our coastline, it looks like something out of a magazine! I hope you keep reading and you’re able to get home and take in the ovean sooner than later! Thank you for taking the time to comment on this post!

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