The Canadian classic "Home of a Rest" shuffled on my playlist. It got me thinking about being homesick, and how it has come to mean something altogether quite different.
Earlier this month The Globe and Mail published a story of mine about winter bucket list experiences across the country. The only thing more terrible than reading inane comments is replying to them, because a: we’re actually advised not to and b: it doesn’t accomplish anything other than boiling one’s blood pressure. However, if I were to reply, here’s what I would say:
When Newfoundlanders heard I would be visiting the province for the first time, they didn’t ask me if I would be exploring Gros Morne National Park or tracking icebergs in Twillingate. A far more pressing concern was: where and how would I get screeched in?
Outside of Port Renfrew, Vancouver Island are some of the biggest old growth trees on the planet. Welcome to Avatar Grove.