On this beautiful sunny morning, a sense of nostalgia fills me. If I am to leave this place, what will I be leaving behind? In Edmonton I have deep connections with a number amazing people. Here I have a good connections, some of them bordering on the depths of something true and lasting, but here I also have a love for the landscape. When I am alone the moutains, the oceans and the forests and this swirling city are my greatest friends. Could I leave that behind?

I will be very sad to leave this place. Vancouver holds nothing except the best memories. Even though I have been through some really tough times here, I feel as though it is this city that has allowed me to go into the darkest nights while keeping me safe. My mind and heart are torn...

But there are lives, there are worlds in Edmonton that I can no longer live without. There are things there that are calling to my heart. Come back to me, it says, face me and believe in me, I will not let you down. Perhaps this voice of the city is simply my own voice that I have left behind. Perhaps it's a part of me that I must allow to grow again.