Finding Home
I returned to Montreal in 2008 after fifteen years away and my homecoming has made me think about the idea of having a place that I call home. I admire those modern day nomads who seem to be able to pull up roots and live anywhere, but I until recently I haven't fully understood them because it seems that they have either learned to live without holding some true home in their heart -- and I can't believe such a thing -- or they have learned to carry the possibility of home with them. And by this I do not mean that they carry bits and pieces of their home with them -- the idea of the business man travelling with a picture of his children to put on his hotel night table -- but that we carry with us the power of turning where we are into a kind of outpost of the home we love. When I left Montreal in 1992 the first thing I did after landing in Tennessee and going to my hotel was to sit and weep at what I had lost. Later in 2001, when I went to Fredericton, I spent my f