Its been about 6 years since I've been to Canada.
I finally renewed my passport, hopped on a plane then into car with my parents with the intent to center myself before my life gets flipped upside down next month.
Below is a visual compilation of everything that reminds me of my roots.
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| Day one was 14 hours in a car. |
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| "He thought he was going to prevent his own death by working. He sure gave it a good try." |
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| The house my grandfather built, and my mother grew up in. |
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| My mother grew up mowing the grounds she would one day bury her daughter in |
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| "Make a list of everything you want in a spouse. And be that list." |
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| The field my grandfather would take me on walks to, and the consequential hills I rolled down with my siblings. |
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| Hudson Reunion |
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| The same tire swing my sister would push me on. |
