A relationship like any other

I love my home. I love to come home. I hate to leave. It’s where I grew up. I always thought it would be where I end up, and I might.

The thing that I am coming to learn though, is that my relationship with my home is like any other. It’s not perfect. It’s something I’ve been pondering lately, so this will likely be a two part post, but things are getting a little more complicated as I grow up.

Like I said, I hate to leave home. I always have, and it hasn’t become any easier. My sister said something to me recently though. She said, “Your past is here.” And she’s right.

As I come closer to graduation and starting my “real life” as I’ve been calling it, I’ve been thinking more and more about where I want to end up. I like Winnipeg. I didn’t always, but I’ve come to like it quite a bit. I like who I am in Winnipeg. I’m not sure if it’s home though.

Minnedosa is home, and it always has been. I have no doubts that it always will be. But maybe not in the physical sense. Please allow me to ponder this and gather my thoughts more. I’ll be back.