Sunday, April 25, 2010
When your heart is broken people tell you that slowly but surely the pain will ebb away until one day you will wake up and realize that it is gone. I feel like missing Canada has been similar. After the initial rush of novelty and excitement wore off from the move I was left with a knot in my stomach. A knot that was a constant reminder that I was a stranger. I was no longer surrounded by the landscape of people and places I loved.
I took this photo last summer while I was driving back to BC. It is one of my favorites because it shows two of my geographical allegiances; the prairies of Alberta where I grew up and the mountains of British Columbia where I now call home. It seems that Ireland too will resonate within a part of me when my journey takes me back home.