I got to go home last week.
Well, one of my homes.
I had to redefine that concept a few years back
Home was Winnipeg, where I grew up, with my parents and my friends and my coaches and people who cared, with the places I kept going back to. Familiarity.
Then I went to school. Home was still home and school was school.
Then my parents moved and all of a sudden, I had a home where I didn’t have a house and I had a house that didn’t qualify as home.
And at the same time, school became that place where I had friends and coaches and people who cared, with the places I kept going back to.
Sounds awfully like home to me.
So what now?
I keep it simple. In my mind, I have three homes. I don’t believe in discrimination.
Thanks for everyone in my Motown home for a great couple weeks. Not a single solo run, Black Bear evenings and Zenclay mornings. Shout out to all the peeps at Friday breakfast, that freshman year tradition that keeps on givin’. And I picked the best Saturday to go home, Beat Feast for the win. Got to hang out with the girls, remember how it feels to take a test a stress out about a paper. Ride the Percy and of course, not start packing till way too late because the conversation at Mountain State is too good. And Schiff and lil’ Sean had to get the s’mores dessert pizza, of course.