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I've been missing my family a lot lately.
At Thanksgiving we went around the table and said what we're thankful for, and I said I was thankful for holidays with the Vospers, especially with my family being so far away. Someone commented that Calgary's not really that far away, I could be there in an hour and a half. But sometimes it seems like a million miles.
At the time I was thinking the distance is largely ideological. The general feeling and attitude of Calgary is such a stark contrast to the island. I feel like a lot of them don't understand where I am and what's important to me. But I think that's sorta off point. I've been learning where I am and what's important to me, and they haven't been around for that.
And sometimes I think my grandparents are the coolest people in the world, but I haven't paid enough attention to them. The last time I saw my grandma she said she'd had postpartum depression and realized she had to assert herself more, which blew my mind. I wish I could go hang out at their house, make a quilt with my grandma, ask her about the hard times and how she turned into such a firecracker, smoke with my grandpa, see if I can convince him to play me some music, if he still does, and ask him why he left everyone he knew to come to Canada all by himself. Grandpa says if only he knew at my age what he knows now, but he won't elaborate. He says I'll be okay, and I think that's the sweetest thing I ever heard. But I do want their advice, and that is learned by spending time together.