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Last night there was hearty laughing with my friends over some drinks. I don't want to make sweeping statements about Canadians, I think that's utterly pretentious. So I will leave it at saying that I know some really friendly, easy going and down right fascinating people.
Lately I find myself much more conscious of accent. Wait, not conscious but more so aware of it. Perhaps and most likely it's romantic nostalgia but the voices I've heard in Hamilton are so calming, easy to understand and familiar. My sense of humour is fully understood and not just funny in a peculiar way.
I think what I missed most was people really knowing me. Being transient in a place is hard. I would say like most people I demand a real closeness with friends. I come at face value and expect the same in return, it simplifies matters. In my life I generally feel myself the most plastic writing this weblog. That's the challenge of writing frequently to a few hundred people, but I digress.
This is what it feels like to be home. Funny thing "home" really. Maybe it's just a collection of familiarities that improve our chances of survival? Even if in our modern world that just comes down to knowing where the backslash key is on my keyboard. I prefer to think of it as a far more devine affinity of people and places. If only to re-affirm my life, my love of it and need to constantly re-affirm that.
Lately I find myself much more conscious of accent. Wait, not conscious but more so aware of it. Perhaps and most likely it's romantic nostalgia but the voices I've heard in Hamilton are so calming, easy to understand and familiar. My sense of humour is fully understood and not just funny in a peculiar way.
I think what I missed most was people really knowing me. Being transient in a place is hard. I would say like most people I demand a real closeness with friends. I come at face value and expect the same in return, it simplifies matters. In my life I generally feel myself the most plastic writing this weblog. That's the challenge of writing frequently to a few hundred people, but I digress.
This is what it feels like to be home. Funny thing "home" really. Maybe it's just a collection of familiarities that improve our chances of survival? Even if in our modern world that just comes down to knowing where the backslash key is on my keyboard. I prefer to think of it as a far more devine affinity of people and places. If only to re-affirm my life, my love of it and need to constantly re-affirm that.
