Tonight will be my twelfth night back in Alberta. Tonight, I’m in my home town, in the house I spent most of my life sleeping in. It’s funny how easily it is to sink into that old comfort.
This town is exactly the same as when I was young. Although the buildings have changed and the people only look like people I might have known, this town is completely memory. I don’t walk the new streets, even when I’m on them. I walk the memories.
I’m so different than I was then. This town isn’t, but it reminds me how far I’ve come. And how far I’ve gone.
