It's interesting because I had this same feeling last time I was here, as well as my six months spent in White Rock in 06/07; it was such a hard, lonely, dry and desperate time.
But every time I go to Kelowna, the place that I was so desperately wanting to leave after I graduated, I feel safe, I feel comforted, like the arms of my friends, friends that are like family
to me, have collectively given me a huge hug, and the valley and the lake, with its quiet winters, bright springs, warm summers and colorful falls surround me as well, and welcome me. Home.
Only I don't think I would like to live there. It's a very interesting thing, this feeling inside me that just yearns for a "home", somewhere to lay my head and feel safe and comforted, sheltered and peaceful. To have a "constant".
God, three-in-one. Home. Rock. Shelter. Safety. Lover of my soul. Where I can lay everything down, bare to the bone. And feel unashamed. Be my everything.
On a different note, I wanted to add some pictures of Kelowna, since I am missing it so much right now; some of my favorite spots:
