On Sunday my dad and my stepmom, who are visiting from Liverpool (England) went on a little road trip to Liverpool (Nova Scotia). I lived in Liverpool from grade 4-12 and on the weekends when I went to college in Dartmouth.
I wanted to show the two of them around the town I grew up in. My dad has lived in England while I was growing up, and never got to see the town and the people who made me who I am today.
We went to the beach, and had a lovely lunch at The Quarterdeck, and then went to dinner at White Point Beach Resort with the family I lived with while in high school/college. I got to visit my friends whom I’ve missed so much. It was strange being home because in a snap of my fingers everything went back to how it used to be, and I felt like I was living there all over again.
I showed my dad the high school that I went to. We went to the school library and looked at the yearbook, to which I was the editor for. I had the chance to see some of the teachers who really inspired me to succeed and get to where I am currently. It was extremely bittersweet to leave Liverpool, because I don’t know when I’ll be back, but I’m so happy I got to see all the lovely people that mean so much to me in that town.
Home is not necessarily a place, but a feeling.