I came back to Calgary for a couple weeks because there was a death in the family. Pancake Nana passed away suddenly.
Although I came back to mourn, the experience still had some sweetness to go along with the bitter.
Mama picked me up from the airport and man, it was great to see her.
It was great being able to see everyone, family and friends alike.
I got to see some old pals,
even if I didn’t visibly see them,
and I even made some new ones.
I saw some cool shit,
and some not-so-cool shit.
I learned that Calgary’s businesses are getting creative in a struggling economy.
I learned some new inspirational quotes,
I learned that this common exit among my friends has a moniker,
and was reminded of some old, wise words.
I got to eat my favourite foods,
play my favourite games,
and see my favourite people.
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,
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.
And as Pancake Nana used to say,
“Never lose your 16-year old heart.”