Roots

30 years ago I was born in Canada.

It was fun to celebrate my 30 years surrounded by the same friends who I met in pre-kindergarten and graduated with in high school. Crazy, really. We were all together celebrating C's wedding and we recounted a few stories that made me blush and giggle. Some things I had forgotten and instantly remembered why I had forgotten them. We didn't miss a beat when we started chatting and dancing together again - the only difference was that this time, we were legally allowed to drink. :o)

Being back home made me realize how much growing I've done, we've all done. How much I've missed and gained from being away.

Those ladies, my family, my country -- those are my roots. As I drove back to the US, it was bittersweet.

I know I'll never live in Canada again, there are many reasons why, but Canada will always be a part of who I am; it will always live in me.