Today I got a letter from my dogs. We all know dogs cannot send mail, so I'm suspecting it was my parents (considering there was also a letter from them at the same time), but it was a nice thought all the same. I've realized over the past few months how much home really means to me. Last year was more of an adventure period. I didn't want to think about home because I was too glad to be leaving it behind. Now, after nearly 13 consecutive months away (including camp all summer) I don't miss it per say more appreciate it for what it is. I think of a few places back home, like Trenton Park where I first learned to mountain bike, the Stellarton soccer fields where I played my first game of soccer and fell in love with the sport, the stop sign at the end of my road where I waited for the bus day after day for half of my life, joking aroundat and carrying on with my friends, the V&S corner store, where penny candy was still a thing, the Valley Woods pond where we would skate when it was cold enough (rarely), and would be the meeting spot for everyone the rest of the time. Even the track of GR and the weight room at Highland, and the gym at NRHS those sports that were played there will stay with me forever. I have made a lot of new memories since I came to Fredericton over a year ago, new mountain bike trails have been explored, new stores have been shopped at (although I am yet to find penny candy, the bulk barn is a good second), new teams have been coached, new skills have been learned. There is too much to mention at either place. The one thing I will say to Pictou County, is it was my start in life, it prepared me to be who I am right now. I had so many beginnings and opportunities in that place, and it will remain a part of me that I love and appreciate. It's changing now, and that's ok, because sometimes the best things are meant to change. Fredericton has shown me how to seek out those opportunities more and more, it has taught me how to network and reach out to others instead of knowing someone who can pave the way. Both places are thought of fondly and I can only wait to see the new places in store for my future and what each of them can bring.
As a side note, I meant to write this blog post on music after watching a video of Newfoundland set to some "fishing village" music. That just goes to show you how easily distracted I am.
Until Next Time,
Britt
