Some people live in a place they can call home. There are those who live in communities with relatives and childhood friends. Others can make themselves at home wherever they may lay their head at night and still others who drive across the border every time they have a 3-day weekend. We live very close to Alberta and when we head out on the highway for a holiday tour of the province the roads are teeming with Alberta plates and SUVs. I can proudly say I’ve never left this province but sometimes I feel so close to the edge I can’t feel the heart.
Holidays bring me home, sometimes the venue is a little different but with the same crowd I know I am where I belong. There are familiar voices and tastes and always something new to try during the meal. I find home with the people I love and the holidays don’t depend as much on the calendar as when we gather together.
Our family dinners were early this year so we had Easter Sunday all to ourselves. We attended church, drove to a golf course and bought lunch for friends, had a cool drink in the backyard with neighbours while the afternoon sun beat down, had a quiet family ham and played a board game. It wasn’t a traditional day for me but with family spread out all over the place it was fine because we had celebrated the holiday early. It was actually nice to not have to rush home exhausted from the drive but still facing a couple of hours of work before bed.
The kids and husband still have several days off so we’ll try to make the week special looking for home in each other sharing laughs, adventures and chocolate.
Written by Danica Lorer
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