Home is where the heart is. I’m ready for mine to feel whole.
I’ve realized that I’ve been stuck between two places for 20 years. Home is Emo, Ontario (the small town where I grew up) and home is Toronto, Ontario (where Eric, the kids and I have a home and currently live).
It was during our trip home this summer that I decided to document my childhood home. Home not as in a physical building, but instead the community I experienced.
A small rural town. Population: 1,200. 4/12 hours from Thunder Bay, 3 1/2 hours from Winnipeg. Sitting on the border of Ontario and Minnesota. A place of trees, rocks, and lakes. The place I still call home.
I don’t know why I felt the need to document it all of a sudden. Why I want to take photos of different landmarks and places and to write stories and memories. Maybe I want the kids to see where I came from and to know it like I do. Maybe I just need to go back and learn more about myself through the experience of writing about it all. I have no idea. I just have this feeling that I should.
For the next 30 days, I’m going to share with you the photos I took while I was home. The stories I remember. Little snippets from my past. They might not be interesting or maybe they might remind you of something once forgotten. In the end, my hope is that I will piece them all together for the kids – as a part of the book I’m writing for them. You can read more about it here.
It makes me nervous to make a commitment to writing for 30 days. It doesn’t leave me with much time to edit or rework my writing (I just noticed the word writing repeated two sentences in a row here and it’s already driving me crazy). I’m worried that it will come across as disjointed and poorly written. Yet, it’s because of these worries that I keep ideas and stories stuck in my head. Time to vomit them out and hope for the best. Wish me luck!