Home Sick

I have been doing so well lately with pushing forward with my California life. Then Wham!, I get a bunch of photos from my uncle and find myself overcome with missing where I spend my first 25 years. I haven't been back in 3 years and it might be time soon. I normally miss the people, and still do, but now I also miss the city itself.

the hills,

the paths we travelled on as kids,

the rivers and lakes we explored for fun,

the woods where we spent countless hours messing around, building make-shift log cabins, drinking anything alcoholic and basically removing ourselves from the adult world to find our own lives.

These days are gone I know, but the places are still there. I envy those that didn't have to move for their careers. I wonder if the feelings ever get strong enough to make them think of these things and return to those special places for some quiet time.






Where I once worked in my early teens filleting and packaging cod fish.













The real foggy city. St. John's, Newfoundland. I've had my fair share of fog. It can get so bad you can't drive at all. Serious. I remember not being able to see my hand in front of my face it gets that bad.











Icebergs! As if it wasn't cold enough. These can stick around until June time if they are large enough. Puts a bit of a damper on the summer temps.