finding home

I don’t know that I’ve ever had a place to call home. As a young child my family moved around a lot due to my father’s schooling. Once the schooling was done our family continued to grow so we were always upgrading to a bigger place. In 2007, my family left the city that I had been born in and I stayed behind hoping to move forward in some kind of direction. ​

I don’t know if I can really only blame the location for not being able to call it home. Tonight I realized that maybe I too was part of the problem. Knowing that I would never be in a location long enough to call it home. For about 15 years I skipped from place to place, never really investing in the people, getting to know the shops surrounding me. I had one goal and that was to get through whatever the main thing was at the moment. Sometimes it was school, sometimes a job, I seemed to be always waiting and the directions were not always straight and the destination changed often.

After moving to Cochrane I decided I was done moving. I wasn’t leaving Alberta anymore, I had done a full circle. Arriving in 2010, leaving in 2016 and back in 2020. Alberta seemed like a good place to settle. Driving to the library tonight I realized I had not made a true effort to call this home. I was still waiting. Was I waiting, because I was still renting? What was the wait for? Why had my heart decided it wasn’t going to commit to this place? For whatever reason I decided, it should be time I start investing truly. How does one do that? How do you truly invest in the town you live in? I don’t know but I intend to find out.