Today was our last day in the hotel near the hospital. I’m recovering, although still being careful and resting. We tuned in to our intuition and drove two hours to Vancouver, where we had an Airbnb still booked. I started crying as we drove along, the Pacific on our left and the Peace Arch ahead. I’m still crying. And I realize despite my hunger for travel, and the sense of urgency I have about seeing more of the world, what I really needed was to go home. The iconic Peace Pole that honors our First Nations. This is one of thousands of efforts underway to rectify historic wrongs.
The boundary.
Home. Where the best part of my childhood was spent.
The Peace Arch in the common park says, “Children of a Common Mother.”
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