In May I had to emigrate to the USA for...reasons I'd rather not get into. It's not the point of this love anyway. The point is that no matter how kind people here have been to me, no matter how much I love my new job, no matter how settled in I have gotten...Life has become little more than a perpetual field trip. It's a lie. And the truth is a 22-hour drive east. The homesickness hurts. Home is that place you go so you can be sure of you, and that place was Halifax. And that place will always be Halifax.
And my friends...you goddamned frigs, I miss your asses so fucking much it physically hurts. Thank you for missing me half as much as I miss you. I love you all so very much. I never knew quite how much until I was forced to miss you. You are the most valuable parts of my life. Home is where peace lives. Home is where you live. On the 26 of December, I will be coming home for three glorious days. Let's get drunk and eat chicken fingers. —Scotian in Detroit