Thursday, 23 October 2008
i just finished reading alicia's account of her little holiday in victoria, bc and i'm having the strangest, lump-in-throat, nostalgic reaction to all of her gorgeous photos. it's no secret that i love melbourne, the creativity and activity in this city is unrivaled, not to mention the beaches, the shopping, the parks, the gorgeous spring and autumn weather... but i've never felt more "at home" than i did when i lived in vancouver. something about the west coast just feels so right to me. as soon as i get off the plane and breathe in the slightly humid air, i just feel *good*. perfect. full of possibility somehow. i love the perpetual and almost overwhelming lush green. i love the coastline with it's gorgeous islands and inlets, seals and killer whales. i love the abundance of locally grown fruits and veggies, every variety of berry, mushrooms, you name it. *sigh* i don't know if we'll ever live in canada again but, if we do, i know where. if nothing else, we're going to have to spend a good couple of months on the west coast in a few years so mae can experience all the things i was lucky enough to as a kid in canada - mushroom picking, apple harvesting, clam digging, starfish collecting, trout fishing...
anyone else have a special connection to a place? where and what about it makes it feel like home to you?
alright, mustn't waste any more precious nap time on nostalgia, there is gardening to be done and many sewing piles to tackle : )