Tones of Home

There are countless books, poems, songs, and paintings that extoll the virtues and vices of city living. I’ve been a happy and proud Torontonian going on six years now (minus stints in Parry Sound, ON, and Akron, OH) and have experienced the highest highs and lowest lows of being an urbanite. Living in Canada’s biggest city has been both extremely exciting and downright depressing. There’s easy access to all kinds of fun and culture, yet at the same time all the troubles of the world seem to manifest themselves in steady and small but potent doses. It can get overbearing, but when it does I can always seek refuge in my reliable safe haven - home.

Wasauksing First Nation is the most beautiful place on this planet. And it’s only a two-hour drive north of the city. This post is a shout-out to my community, friends, and family - both there and in nearby Parry Sound. I have an unrelenting passion for my home and greatly appreciate any time I can spend there. The Rez is not without its flaws, however - but its merits greatly outweigh its downfalls.

I guess I’m pretty fortunate in that I can draw from the best of both worlds. But no matter where I end up along this vast and unpredictable path, I know I can always count on that little island on Georgian Bay. Growing up there was definitely a remarkable experience, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything.