Yet leaving my community has proven to be one of the hardest moves I have ever made.
After growing up all over the world I moved to a small island full of vibrant intelligent folks that over the years have taught me numerous valuable life lessons. The trust, care and love that I have experienced & have been shown have become part of whom I am, and enhance the strong sense of yearning to return where I belong. One day I will be able to go back - not for a visit - but permanently.
I want to grow old there.
It is a place that is surrounded by the ocean, sandstone beach and forest. Whales, seals, deer, raccoons, bald eagles, otters, you name it and it is hopping/floating/flying around in the backyard.
There are no stoplights and most folks don't lock their doors. No fast-food chains or big malls. Heck, even street lights are hard to come by. Everybody says hello to one another. Islanders do their shopping at the recycling depot where people drop off their junk and others find hidden treasures. It is a small community with a nourishing and helping hand to those in need.
Life is lived here in various manners; in solitude or with the most bustling social scene you wish to acquire for there are numerous festivals, gatherings, concerts, workshops and ART. It probably has the highest concentration of artists in Canada.
One day I'll get to be back home with my community again. In the mean time I carry their love and affection in my heart and get cheered on during every step of the way.
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| Rowing a hand-made Barefoot Wooden boat to DeCoursey Island |
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