My Dearest Canada,
I love the UK very much, and I’m sorry, but I needed to give our relationship a chance. We certainly had some good times. While I lived in Edinburgh I was able to experience so much. Some of it was good: beauty, history, independence, travel, solitude, friends and personal growth. Some of it was bad: finances, my living situation, jobs, cold people, short winter days, the inability to foster my own happiness, and increasing loneliness. In the end, the bad outweighed the good, and though I am stronger for the experience, Canada, I have returned to you.
Saltspring Island, BC
Your beauty is boundless. From the mountainous west coast of British Columbia, to the vast flatness surrounding my current small-town Ontario residence.
Looking from the Malahat to Willis Point, Vancouver Island BC
Mt Baker from the Malahat, Vancouver Island BC
Quallicum Beach, Vancouver Island BC
Jellyfish forest (NOT usual!), Todd Inlet, Vancouver Island BC
Winter in Stratford ON
The universal friendliness of your people is overwhelming. My first day back, I was smiled at and greeted by so many people that I ran to a mirror to see if there was something on my face! There wasn’t. This is just the way of Canadians. I had forgotten. And though the Canadian sense of style may not be up to par with the UK, there is a much greater appreciation for inner beauty.
Ziplining in Esquimalt, Vancouver Island BC
Warship graveyard, Powell River BC
Although we have our problems and our history, I still believe that you, Canada, are the lesser of many greater evils. And though I may very well walk away from you again in search of greener pastures, I will always, unfailingly, return.
Happy Canada Day.
With everlasting love, (and a new patriotic t-shirt)
Ambling Alana xox