I really did.
Looking back it's one of the few places that satisfied my homesickness with as much contentment as curiosity. And life there includes a whole region, from Winnipeg to Lac du Bonnet. You just naturally end up throughout that entire area if you live anywhere within it.
Of course, homesickness isn't really the right term. It was more of a distraction, like being very hungry. No matter where I was, or I what I was doing, this sense that I belonged somewhere else just kept coming to mind. I ended up wishing every day away the way you might wish the last 10 minutes of this meeting would end so you can go get lunch already.
Beausejour held that at bay quite well, probably because it was so different visually.
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Note to self: "The plural of anecdote is not evidence."
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