As I said goodbye to my mum yesterday, tears welled up as I realized that I will not always be there for her when I want to be, nor she for me. I realized that I would not be able to thank her or my dad enough for the opportunities they have afforded me. On the other hand I am blessed to be going to a wonderful place, where I can help others, and also work on my art and writing, and so the parting is bitter-sweet.
7 hours later... I step of the plane and just like that I feel at home - back at home in my second home. Full of excitement for what is to come - ready to run into adventures. I know I will miss Canada - its open skies and wondrous towering mountains - my wonderful family, and great friends. I also know that even though I have moved, that I will always go back to visit.