If My Heart Was a House…
I think one of the best things about Facebook is its’ ability to act as an open ended journal. I spent some time looking back at the last fifteen months and marvelling at the fact that I’m standing upright today. This has been, quite possibly, the most tumultuous, stressful, heartbreaking, trying , and weirdly triumphant year of my (almost) 24 years of life.
In the last year (or so) I: graduated. Said goodbye to my childhood home, my dog, my family. Was in a car accident. Went to Florida. Flew in an old war plane across the Caribbean Sea and navigated my parents with my half ass Creole through their first two weeks in Haiti. Was homeless. Was jobless. Spent my first Christmas ever without my family. Turned 23. Watched Haiti fall apart under an earthquake. Wondered if said earthquake took my family. Started a new job. Had two brutal kidney infections. Had my heart broken. Was absolutely broke. Discovered truth that shattered a friendship. Said goodbye to some dear friends. Moved to Drumheller. Said goodbye to my family again. Flew to PEI and back.
The list looks long. And as I look back I am amazed that I didn’t crumble. But..there are so many people that offered support and that stood behind and beside me. So in an attempt to not sound too corny… Thank you to: My grandparents. Who offered their home, funds, car and non judgmental support. I love you both so much. Holly Ertman… you are the bees knees. I haven’t been the friend to you that you’ve been to me. I love you. Glenda and Keanan Postman. I miss you everyday. You are the one thing I would’ve brought with me to Drum.Your house has been an oasis for me over and over and your friendship steadfast and fluid. Kathryn, Stephen and Allen: thank you for letting me live in your house while I was all over the map. Your house will always feel like another home. Cesar Uyeno: thanks for helping me move over and over again and for coming to visit me my first lonely week in Drum. Newshams: for giving me a place and a couch for when I need one. Thank you for giving me some semblance of normalcy for my first unnormal christmas. It was such a treat. And Mom and Dad: I know it hasn’t been easy but thank you for offering support from wherever you’ve been in the world, and for bailing me out of my poverty stricken spring. I love you.
And my new BP friends: you don’t know it, but you’ve given me a place to feel safe and belong again. Thanks for taking me as I am.
I am finally feeling whole again. And I am definitely feeling hopeful. I’m way stronger than I was a year ago and I am gearing up and ready fr the next big adventure that comes my way. In the meantime dare I say that I’m content at this stepping stone? Maybe 
And here’s to hoping for a better 12 months.
