Every trip to Newfoundland is special. I’m constantly discovering new things I love about it or re-discovering the things I forgot I loved. That said, this trip was a little unusual; When I first arrived, my parents were both away, travelling. My brother was too. It was just me. I spent most of my time with my Nanny at the nursing home where she lives (which is something I’m still getting used to). Until my Dad flew in, I admit I was not having the greatest time. I was a little lost in the past – I wanted my family – my parents and sisters and brother – to all be under one roof again. I wanted my Poppy to still be alive, and my Nanny to not be sick. I think I’ll always feel this way but it was extra potent this time around, all by myself in my childhood home.
But then…then my Dad came home. One of my best friends flew in for a visit. My brother’s boyfriend returned from Mexico, and I started spending a lot of quality time with my friends. Things improved immensely. Accepting the way things are is way easier when you’re surrounded by awesome people that you love.
Click through to check out some pics from my trip – highlights included an epic hike in Red Cliff, swimming in La Manche, taking the ferry to Bell Island, picking wild blueberries on the cliffs of Lower Island Cove and watching my bud get Screeched-In on George Street.
Home again come Christmas.