I miss Lakes, green trees that aren't prickly, and rain. I miss long white beaches that have nobody else but me on them. I miss the sound of the waves, the sea breeze and the soft sand between my toes. I miss fall colours. I miss spelling colours with a U and not getting a red spell check line underneath. I miss mud, black mud, real mud. I miss my cottage where I can go and not communicate with anyone for as long as I like. I miss highways with no cars. I miss poutine and bagels from St Viateur. I miss fresh fish, and my mom's seafood chowder, and fresh veggies from my parents garden. I miss Alexander Keiths. I miss the first snow, and the first warm spring day. I miss the sounds of red squirells and loons, the smell of the ocean.
I suppose that I can get a lot of these things outside of Canada, but these are all things I associate with my life in Canada and all things I miss tremendously.
I love it here too... see tomorrow's post - what I love about California... but sometimes I just get nostalgic for home... as a geographer, I would describe it as my sense of place.
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