August 8, 2007

Where is home, really?

What does home mean to you? Is it the house you grew up in or, as a relation put it: “home is where your stuff is.” What is your heart crying out for when you are homesick? Do you miss your family, your friends, your house or hometown or province, or a combination of these?

I’ve been living in Lloydminster for over a year, but the Welcome Wagon came to the Booster office several weeks ago and officially welcomed me to Lloydminster with a bag of coupons and letters. I guess I’ll be living here for awhile, if you’ll have me. Since my arrival in January 2006, life has been a roller-coaster, as I bounced from job to job, from a restaurant to retail, then to the Booster.

I recently had the joy of seeing my mother and aunt again for two weeks. They, along with a few other relatives who live in Lloyd, helped make the transition easier. My apartment actually looks liveable now – all it needed was a mother’s touch. Sadly, the ten days we were allocated went by much too quickly. Not everything that I planned was done, due to my busy life. It was a fun time though, one that I really didn’t want to end. Due to the great distance between Newfoundland and Alberta, the last time I saw my mom and aunt was in October 2005. I haven’t seen my father since September of that year, as he had left on a business trip. Neither of us expected that I suddenly would be getting my first newspaper job and flying off before he got back. Due to the rapid cascade of events that took place, I sometimes feel like I was ripped away from home too quickly.

At the end of their visit, there was no long good-bye. I was relieved, because I was dreading it. When we arrived at Edmonton International Airport in the early morning, my cousin and I helped our mothers with their luggage, made sure they had their tickets, and after several quick hugs, kisses and "love yous", we parted ways for another span of time.

I can't help but feel a little empty inside right now, though – which is natural, I’m sure. I guess for me, “home” is more so the people than a physical building. It’s more than a mere place of residence. Home is where the heart is, as the saying goes.

Carbonear, Newfoundland was where I was born and raised, but new roots have been planted here. I now consider myself a resident of Lloydminster, Alberta. I have a positive feeling about this unique little city based on the friendships that are being cemented and my recent integration into the Meridian Printing staff. But . . . it’s not “home.”

Once again, my email is, and I spend a lot of time in the ever-expanding Facebook network. What does the concept of home mean to you?

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