Brantford, Ontario - my home for 20 years. Vancouver, British Columbia - my home for a mere 50 weeks. Distance between each city - 4,529km. The time has come to return to my origins. I will be leaving in exactly a week from today. When it comes right down to it, I miss my friends and family in Brantford. Honestly though, I’m much happier with my life in Vancouver. Without a doubt, I will be returning to my “home away from home” in due time. But is Vancouver really my home away from home, or is it Brantford? Sure, I spent the majority of my life growing up there, but the city depresses it. In Vancouver, I feel like I have something to live for. There’s never a dull moment in the Lower Mainland, yet I always find myself getting into sticky situations in the Golden Horseshoe. I’ve always felt like Vancouver was the city for me even before ever being there, and since being here, I finally feel “at home” for once in my life. On the other hand, Brantford is the roots of my family tree. Being away from that makes me feel like my life is missing something. Why can’t I have both at the same time? Where is home, exactly? You might answer, “home is where the heart is”. But who’s metaphorical heart are we talking about? My own, where I feel at home, no matter where it is? Or is it my support system, my family, my friends and loved ones that I grew up with and spent years bonding with? Maybe I just have 2 places I call home. Maybe I will spend my life traveling between each city every year. Who knows? It’s a great distance though. Three whole time zones, to be exact. The west coast of North America, to the central-east. Since making this decision to go back a couple weeks ago, I’ve put a lot of thought into the whole situation. Is it what I really want? Will I be happy with my decision? Or will I regret it? How hard will be to come back to Vancouver? Will I want to come back to Vancouver? I might decide to go to Nova Scotia instead. Or possibly the United States, given the legal opportunity. Maybe I’ve just been destined to be a traveler. Why bother settling in somewhere when I can have excitement discovering the world. This is only the second time I’ve planned a major move, but when I do, my mind tends to run a mile a minute with questions, concerns, possible outcomes, or what I may do afterwards. When moving to Vancouver, I never thought I would return to Brantford. At the very most, I figured I’d only stop by for a visit. And who knows, maybe this “move” will turn out to be a short visit after all. We’ll just have to wait and see…