In just over two weeks I'll be back home visiting friends and family in Ontario. At times I'm so looking forward to the trip that I lose my breath and have to stop whatever I'm doing and remind my heart to keep on beating.
I've missed Waterloo. I've missed the coffee shops and bookstores, the fields of tall grass and the fall colours,... oh the fall colours. I miss the familiarity, the history, the proximity of friends and family. I miss home.
I've been thinking about how strange it will be going there as a visitor. Photographing the streets and the skies and the trees as if I hadn't spent the first twenty-five years of my life there. I'll photograph everything because I don't want to forget anything. And I'll cry with every ounce of my being when it is time to leave it all behind again.