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November 28, 2012  •  Leave a Comment

I've lived clear cross Canada. I was born in Fredericton, New Brunswick in 1975. I had loving Grandparents living in New Waterford, Nova Scotia and spent an awful lot of time there with them. I moved to Kirkland, Quebec which meant we could spend more time in Toronto with my other Grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. How lucky was I? Later moved to Ottawa, Ontario where I spent 14 years before crossing over to the Pacific Northwest and ending up here in Langley, BC. People always ask, "where's home for you?" Is it where you were born? Is it where you spent your youth playing in the streets? Maybe it's where you became an adult or the place where you finally went off on your own, is it there?

The answer is really neither of these. I spent fractions of my life in all those wonderful places with so many amazing people but the one constant has always been here...

Near Hope, BC This is home. This is the place that's never changed. It's a place I always want to be and never want to leave. Up here I feel closer to those I've lost along the way and get a true sense of purpose for the 37 years I've lived so far. This is where I'm grateful for everything I've done and indebted to those that have helped get me there.

Home is sweet, it's where the heart is, your castle, where you daren't feel afraid and most of all, where there are no closed doors, no stress and a never ending sense of peace and tranquility. This home is different for many people, this is mine.

I've spent most of my life wanting to go home. I've encountered roadblocks, some of my own doing. I've tried to go there but came up short. I got so close to it I could practically touch it only to end up with "what could have been's" as I went to sleep each night. This wasn't someone or something telling me I couldn't go there, it was a series of lessons learned, ended with a test and should I pass it I'd make it, there. When I do there'll be no stopping me. I know this.

I've traveled a long way to get here. There wasn't always a light at the end of the tunnel but my family and friends always kept it lit and taught me how to find it on my own. It took me here. To this castle that I share with all of those who've made the same journey... home.

 

 

~ Dedicated with love and heartfelt thanks to my family and friends. 

 

Photo: Taken on the way back to Langley from Princeton with Bill Findlay in his Harvard MK IV (2012).


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