Tomorrow I go home.
Because no matter how many years I live here in Toronto, St. Stephen will always be home. Friday night is my twenty-year high school reunion. I’m going to see old friends and revisit old relationships and camaraderies.
High school was a happy and fulfilling time in my life and I’m excited for this moment to look back. But, my hometown is also filled with ghosts. Ghosts of a life past, when I was my parents’ daughter, when I lived on Abbot Street and came home every night to my loving, nurturing family.
That life is the past. Facing those ghosts will be hard, and the tears are already flowing.