I’ve tried to explain it to people, the connection I feel to this place , but I can never find the right words.
“I love it here,” I say to them, but it doesn’t encompass it, doesn’t even begin to wrap itself around the feeling I get when I’m here.
I fell in love here; I’m sure that’s part of it. I met the man who would become my family here. Around every corner there are memories, places we visited, conversations we had. I found love, understanding, friendship here, but I also found so much more.
I found myself here.
I found out who I was away from everything I knew. I figured out how to be me, apart from all of them.
I made choices based on my own opinions, nothing else. I discovered I was stronger than I thought, but also more fragile. I realized it was okay to lean on others, to ask for help, and to accept it. I learned that being independent is important but so too is knowing that together we are so much stronger.
I went where I wanted to go, when I wanted to go. I discovered that getting lost was half the fun. I learned that with a bus pass and a map, the city opened up in front of me like a treasure chest.
I have lived in places that I loved, before and since, but no other place has ever felt like home in the same way. It become a part of me, a part of my story, writing its words and painting its pictures on the pages of my life.
When I feel sad and alone, it is the place I dream of going. It somehow fills the cracks left by everyday life, makes them smooth again. After every visit, no matter how short, I feel invigorated, as though I have found something I didn’t know was missing.
I am drawn to its streets, long-lost memories flooding my brain. I want to turn to the person next to me and tell them stories, all of the things that happened here, the minutia of time well spent.
I remember who I was here. I remember the girl with the dreams, the hopes, the belief that things were possible. And her imagination rubs off on me, the woman she has become, too often jaded and disheartened by the intervening years.
She makes me start to believe again, she makes me want to live up to all the expectations she had for us.
And so as the car speeds down the highway and I have to once again say goodbye, I am not sad. I know I will come again, and when I do I know it will be here waiting to welcome me back.
New horizons and new beginnings are really exciting, but beneath it I’m sure that leaving a place that you so obviously deeply love must be heart wrenching. All my wishes with you on your journey. Keep safe.
LOVE this.
I hope you brought that girl with hopes and dreams and her big imagination back home with you! I love Ottawa too, and wish I had the privilege of calling it “home” the way you did. At least it’s not that far – you’ll be back soon.