Home is a topic I write about often. I step foot in this town and I have no idea how to feel. Here, I feel a million kilometres away from everything down a highway of forest-fire destruction, surrounded by water and trees and rock. Everything seems coated in dust.
But what is home? Is it your current location? Is it where you grew up? I’m always trying to find my place, as it seems many people are. I feel like St. John’s is my home now, it’s where my things are. My career, my friends, my dresser piled with cosmetics and perfumes. I don’t have the same sort of intimacy with this town.
I don’t recognize a lot of the faces, and they don’t recognize me. Yesterday, I picked up some beer at the store and a handful of people stood chatting at the cash, their eyes following me to the cooler. We smiled and talked, and then the elderly couple asked me my name. They were my neighbours for 10 years.
I actually grew up in the cove, then moved to this town when I was nine years old. I was overwhelmed by the new house, and the fact there were people my age nearby. We rode our bikes to the Mash Gush swimming hole every day, swam until supper time, then rode out. Things aren’t like that anymore. I’m only 23 years old, but I feel the old way of life is quickly changing. Pop culture has infiltrated every corner of Newfoundland. We’re a “have” province at last, but we’re losing other pieces of culture. How long until we’re just like every other province?
My “little” bro and I, in Morrisville.
We went visiting in Morrisville today, which also seems like home. But my grandparents’ old saltbox house has been torn down, and all that’s left are the remains of my grandmother’s berry garden. Gooseberries, currant berries, raspberries. When the house was falling apart, we went to scrape remainders from within. We tore pieces of wallpaper from the walls as souvenirs, my cousin wiping tears from her eyes. How weird, remainders of a garden and white rose bushes without a home.
Home? I have no freaking idea.
I have to share this photo with you all. These guys I went to school with revamped a school bus and turned it into a bay rendition of a party bus, complete with the Newfoundland Flag of Independence colours.
I’ve never been inside, but they’ve scooped out the inside and replaced it with a kitchen, tables, bunkbeds, and everything else you need to create a mobile, Newfoundland kitchen party. How cool is that?