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    What is Home?

    What is home? Today I had a bad day. Today I felt all alone. Today I missed my home. What is home? Well, I think home is … Not necessarily the place, home is the people that fill that space. But it’s also a place. It must be, because somehow we remember trees (and tree-houses), swings and porches, the familiar sounds of rickety gates, and exactly where we kept our plates… and all of that is home. Home is walking into a friend’s house, making yourself a cup of coffee, sitting in their kitchen and waiting for them to come in. Home is knowing who doesn’t have to knock to come in,…

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    Friendships that have stood the test of time

    I am super excited to be travelling back home next week, not only to attend a very special friend’s wedding, but also to visit and catch up with family and friends who I haven’t seen in a year. The truth, well for me at least, about immigrating, is that there is a sense of loss. A period of “mourning” (for lack of a better word). Knowing that you are missing very special moments and milestones in the lives of family and friends. Longing to be present for certain celebrations. Yearning for the regular, familiar, rhythms of life as you once knew it… all these things add to your sense of…