Home. It’s a word I’ve been trying to understand lately. What makes a home, and where’s mine? I arrived back in early October, to the life that Yannick and Clement had started building a month earlier. Clement started in grade one at Ecole Anne Hebert. The french school that I hope transforms him into a beautiful french speaker. Yannick had done an amazing job of settling the wee man into a routine and then started back baking for Terra Breads. I had five days to get over my jet lag before starting back at Kwantlen University. I can say one thing about the whole coming back experience. It is really nice to hear the words, “I missed you” from friends and family. Strangely, I was rarely homesick in Scotland. Maybe too busy and having too much fun. Coming back has been a process of trying to digest what I had learned and asking myself how can I best use that new knowledge. I want to let things settle and gather some strength for what lies ahead. I am certain that teaching is in my cards, as well as making, and to find a balance between the two.
I was so happy to walk the beaches and wake up to the the light hitting the mountains. My bike and I were very happy to be reunited. Lots of things have changed in Vancouver in a year. There’s a few more greys on this head, and if there’s one thing I would say about leaving our lives and building another across the world, it’s that I hope to do it again one day. Here’s to all the amazing folks who made our time in the UK so incredibly worth it all.