home.

i’m flying home on sunday. 8 am.

i remember telling chris in late july, on more than one occasion, “i feel like going home. i don’t know exactly why, but i just want to be home.”

then lisa said she would be home from new york.
then kristen said she had some bad news.
and then that was that.

for me, the arrow has never pointed back to edmonton. but as much as i wouldn’t move back, it’s where i grew up and there can’t be any other place that holds such a nostalgic and timeless place in my life.
even if i’m just driving around on my own, everything is familiar. and there’s so much comfort to be found in a place that you know, that stays the same and feels like an old shelter at the edge of a big field that you can duck into.

i get to grab coffee with my mama and go antiquing,
have dinner and drinks with old friends,
 and hear my dad walk in from work at 6 pm.

i love being at home.