Home sweet home.

Today’s The Daily Post question: Have you been to where your parents were born? What was it like?

My Dad was born on a modest farm outside of Edmonton. His entire family eventually left it to pursue a life in the city, but kept the land. Over the years, some of the land grew wild, becoming a dense mess of trees, shrubs, and prairie grass. The family sold or rented out the quarters for the most part,

In a bout of nostalgia, my dad and his brothers got together to go visit their old home, myself and Lorne included. We trekked blindly through the bush, hoping to find a recognizable landmark. We found none, tet, we all found it was entertaining enough to just wander the land.

The most comical moment was when one of my uncles brushed past a willow, knocking a large, grey object out of it. In a moment confusion, we all stood still for a moment and studied it, trying to figure out what it was. That’s when the bees showed up. We didn’t stand around after that much.

My mother was born in a city outside of Vancouver. Growing up, she took us down there often. I love Vancouver, it’s a beautiful city right along the ocean, full of exciting things to do and see. I was lucky to have gotten the opportunity to experience everything the city has to offer. My love of the ocean first began from my visits to Vancouver and the islands around it.

Currently, I am in Seattle getting ready to board a plane at 11:23 pm to Chicago. Very excited to finally be on my way to Cedar Point! Today was an eventful day in itself, I got to hold a few scorpions, tarantulas, and many exotic species of lizards at an animal refuge. I also got to meet the gecko and tree frogs that star in the TELUS commercials!