Going back

Posting my pictures has made me home sick. Not so much Alberta home sick, but P.E.I. home sick. I haven't been back since I was in my early teens. I have longed to go back and relive the memories of a carefree child, playing on the beaches with family. Listening to the waves lap on the sand, and staring out at the vastness of the Atlantic Ocean. Wading out into the cold ocean while trying to dodge the occasional jellyfish. Running up and down the beaches and dunes collecting seashells. These are the memories of my childhood.

I wonder if I was to go back, would it be the same as I see it in my head? A magical place, full of wonder and adventure. Would the trip by ferry again instill the sense of awe I felt when I caught the first glimpse of red clay cliffs and the bright green grass atop? The sense of belonging the sense of completeness, the sense that I was home. Peace, the inner peace we all talk about finding. That is how I feel when I think of P.E.I., HOME. I wonder is it all in my head? Does one imagine a comfortable place, a place of solitude, refuge and memories, only to find upon return, it does not fit into the perfect mold you created for it?

Do we at times find a place of peace and happiness in our lives, and hold on to it, and build an illusion around it, because it caused us so much pleasure, in a world where pleasure is so fleeting.