Coming Home

Coming Home.

I never thought I would call another city other than Toronto and Rome my home until I came to Vancouver. 

I’ve had a hard time getting used to the relaxed pace this city moves at, especially after coming from such a busy and lively city as Toronto, but as the days go by and the colder weather starts to show itself I am falling more and more in love with this beautiful city.

Vancouver is bringing me back to my roots, to the days I used to spend most of my free time reading outside, going for long walks and helping my family pick grapes and olives.

I remember September being the wine making month, there was a particular smell in the air, grapes mixed with must and clouds of fruit flies everywhere. 

Olive season, is around October and beginning of November and that’s always been my favourite time of the year. I used to go to the olive oil mill with my dad at night and watch how different machines were used to transform the olives into oil and we used to stay there for so long that at one point I got so tired I had to go back in the car and sleep while I waited for my father to come back and drive us home. 

These are some of my favourite memories, I guess that’s why I’ve always liked the colder weather more than the warm season. 

Vancouver, with its mild weather reminds me a lot of Italy and I am happy to be able to finally call it my home.

“It’s funny. When you leave your home and wander really far, you always think, ‘I want to go home.’ But then you come home, and of course it’s not the same. You can’t live with it, you can’t live away from it. And it seems like from then on there’s always this yearning for some place that doesn’t exist. I felt that. Still do. I’m never completely at home anywhere.”- Danzy Senna

“In life, a person will come and go from many homes. We may leave a house, a town, a room, but that does not mean those places leave us. Once entered, we never entirely depart the homes we make for ourselves in the world. They follow us, like shadows, until we come upon them again, waiting for us in the mist.” – Ari Berk