Feb. 14th, 2009

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Cat, yarn, mouse, string
Originally uploaded by rfmcdpei
Shakespeare, here, is being a cat, and almost stereotypical one, even. Well, it's that, and that he can also role-play quite well.
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For the two two decades of my life and then some, I felt at home in my birthplace in the canadian province of Prince Edward Island. It was where I was born, it was where nearly all the people I knew lived, it was the place with a geography that I knew reasonably well (and my three summers' work at a tourist counsellor had little to do with that). Really, I identified the Island as home by default. It was the territory that I knew best of all.

This changed in the early summer of 2004. I was driving with [livejournal.com profile] talktooloose and some others as we returned from a visit to upstate New York on the Queen Elizabeth Way highway. The Toronto skyline became visible--the CN Tower with the adjacent office towers of downtown--and my heart skipped a beat. Toronto, I knew, was the place that I wanted to be home the place that I was quickly coming to love, the place that I wanted. I certainly haven't been disappointed.

What do you call home? Is it something as large as a nation or as small as a neighbourhood? How did you come to this decision? Was your home something you chose or something that you were born into? What event sealed the decision for you?
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"Unless you kill a family member or destroy his car," one well-dressed young man in the restaurant said to another, "don't do anything, because it makes you look like a wuss."
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