Thursday, March 5, 2015

it's not place

He said that moving to Canada ruined me. Now I think about that.

If you are twelve or thirteen years old and you are plucked from all that you have ever known and you go to live in a country where you are a foreigner you may love it. Not more or less or you just may begin to see that not all the world is a bad place and people are beautiful everywhere you go.

And sometimes not so. everywhere.

But still.
Moretimes so.

Today I am grateful for a place in Bedford, Nova Scotia. I am grateful for how I got to steer a boat pushed by the wind in water which never seemed to end.

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