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I came back to Calgary for a couple weeks because there was a death in the family. Pancake Nana passed away suddenly.

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Although I came back to mourn, the experience still had some sweetness to go along with the bitter.

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Mama picked me up from the airport and man, it was great to see her.

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It was great being able to see everyone, family and friends alike.

I got to see some old pals,

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even if I didn’t visibly see them,

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and I even made some new ones.

I saw some cool shit,

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A poo poo stool. So you poo at the right angle.

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and some not-so-cool shit.

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Canada has lamb too, except we just eat different parts than the New Zealanders I guess.

I learned that Calgary’s businesses are getting creative in a struggling economy.

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Taking notes from the Americans

I learned some new inspirational quotes,

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I learned that this common exit among my friends has a moniker,

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and was reminded of some old, wise words.

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I got to eat my favourite foods,

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Pepperoni, chicken, and jalapenos from Panago – Fuck Ya

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Pho Fuck Ya

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Groceries Fuck Ya

play my favourite games,

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Throwing knives at my own body. Body shape that is.

and see my favourite people.

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Grandparents Kusz

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Kusz Brother

Some things back home had changed, but most of them were just the way I left them.

Drivers in Calgary are still inconsiderate pricks, Calgary’s warmest weather is still New Zealand’s coldest,

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Ignore that reminder at the top lol

and home is still home.

I learned that, no matter what happens to me overseas, I can always come home, and things will go back to normal once again. Home will always be home, and I find comfort in knowing that for the most part, things are just how I left them.

They say, “Home is where you make it.” I disagree, for me, home is Calgary, and I almost forgot what it felt like, until I came back. Always appreciate your roots, because sooner or later you’ll have to revisit them.

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My roots =)

And as Pancake Nana used to say,

“Never lose your 16-year old heart.”

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Kusz, out!

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