Edmonton has been my home for the past 5 years. I've gone to university here, been a part of an amazing community of friends and artists, grown in my thoughts and my faith. Sorrows and joys, laughter, contemplation, have enriched my days in this city, with it's grey winters, green but too-short summers, and orange-tinged nights.
This summer has been especially full. Graffiti Mix, the theatre collective I helped get off the ground last year, had a successful weekend of one act performances. I worked briefly at a coffeeshop/ bookshop, feeding my tendencies towards caffeine and literature consumption. One of my teachers connected me with a church group downtown that got me on board to write a story series to be performed as reader's theatre each Sunday in July. I was able to head east to visit my Mom, which was a restful time in the middle of my crazy life. Since my return to Edmonton, I've been stage managing for a Fringe show, meeting with friends, eating vegetables fresh from the garden, writing a screenplay, and getting everything ready for my move to Windsor.
A new city, new faces, new things to read and write...leaving Edmonton is already proving to be more difficult than I thought it would be. I guess that's why it'll always be a kind of home, a place I will always come back to.