It's funny how sentimental one gets with age as I have learned from my ripe old age of 23. ;) Seriously though, from the plane's descent into Winnipeg I found myself getting a little misty-eyed over the city that had long been my home.
While Winnipeg is a great place, I had long ago decided that I would not live out my life there. I wanted to travel and live someplace that cannot boast being one of the coldest cities in the world. My ambitions were fulfilled when I headed south to the good ol' U.S.A to go to school at BYU. There I met a dashing young man though who I would assuredly travel and not live in Winnipeg. It was then to my surprise that when I came home to visit my family that my feelings for it became affectionate. The weather seemed nicer, fewer mosquitos, the city more pictureesque. Whether this phenomenon was a result of my making Winnipeg out to be worse then it was before, better than it is now or actually reflects reality I'm not sure, perhaps that remains to be seen.
My time there with family was equally enjoyable, not without the occasional sibiling rumble but great nonetheless. Now that I am back in D.C. with my wonderful Dan I (and thrilled to be so) I am again filled with a longing for the people and the place that love. I fear that this will forever be my dilemna: reconciling my desire for roots, family and familiarity with travel and adventure. Ah well. . . such is my lot.
Well sorry for rambling, here are more pictures - what you really want to get to (if you haven't already just skipped this bit to them).
Lots of love,
Katie
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