It is funny, I look back fondly on the places I lived or travelled as a child, I remember places, stories and the images play in my head like a digital photo frame. However the places I have visited as an adult have burrowed a space in my heart, etched their memory in my brain and refuse to just sit as fond memories. Italy and Australia call to me, my memories are vivid; sounds, smells, tastes and friends. These are things I just have a harder time moving to the shelf of distant memories. Some mornings I wake up missing one place so much, and I don't know why.
Now as embark on yet another move, I will be leaving behind another group of friends. Friends so dear I think of them as my family by choice. I know I will have mornings where I wake up missing Victoria, yearning for a Fernwood Coffee or a Mount Royal bagel, or a walk on Dallas Road and the friends with which I have shared these things. But I know that I will be with some old friends and creating new friendships, and quickly and efficiently setting up 'home' for myself and my family, for this is the way I am.