Life Combo #1

So last week I spent 5 days in Vancouver- I had to go back and collect all my belongings from the place I'd been living in. You would not believe the amount of stuff I had crammed into a 200 sq/ft bedroom- A single bed, desl, 2 good sized dressers, 2 chairs 3 bags of costumes, a garbage bag full of shoes, 2 shelves of books- school related and otherwise... The hard part wasn't loading it all up though, physically speaking it just took a little patience. It did get me thinking about my life though, and I ended up feeling like I had a bit of a double identity- 2 lives if you will, one in Van with all mt classmates and church friends and the other life that I've had here in Drayton for nearly 15 years. Saying bye to everyone in Vancouver was strange, I think mostly because I couldn't tell them if I'd ever see them again- likely There are many of them that I never will. There are certainly parts of that city that I'm going to miss.

Arriving home I started unloading all of my extra furniture into a shed at my dads farm, and a comment was made, lightheartedly enough, about how I was running out of room in the storage space I have there. I got to thinking looking at all my stuff about how fractured my life seems to be sometimes in the physical world- I have a life in Drayton, my life on the farm, have(had?) a life in Vancouver, and now I'm heading to Scotland to start something new there... I feel a bit like I've left pieces of me all over the place but in actuality those places people and experiences have created the me that I take on to the next location. I think the key is appreciating wherever you are and whoever your with while your there- life changes and you can't always take everything with you.

In all this I've been thinking about what home really means- how is it definedon a general or personal level? I was talking with a friend I met in Vancouver who's having a bit of her own location identity crisis- and I came to the conclusion that "home" is wherever you want to be the most, but also the place you can always go back to and feel safe and secure. It seems to me to be more than a location though- not just a house or a neighbourhood but the people and memories that go along with that place.

So much on the brain and so little time to write, I guess we'll see what living on the other side of the ocean does for me and I'll get back to you all.

Be Blessed