Time to Move Home

Peter Walsh's story in today's Telegram sent me back to our time to move home in December 2004.

We packed up our "slit" in Roncesvalles Village and moved back with Ben (20 months old)and FG on the way. And same deal as Peter -- we left two jobs in Toronto for one here. PL has since started Ignite and its going like gangbusters! So, as they say in NL, we came home to take a job and to make one!

There have been plenty of adjustments to living back home — the biggest one was having left our friends and work connections behind. Thank god for Facebook.

Hopefully Peter's article will goose a few more Newfoundlanders in Exile home to roost.

I didn't miss you until I heard you on the phone

It's the longest time Ben's ever been away. Almost 10 days, with one little visit back home for a change of clothes and to grab his sleeping bag.

He was camping (read: playing spotlight, making sand castles, catching snails, roasting weiners and chasing waves) with Nana and Poppy Hynes in Northern Bay Sands.

When I spoke with him on the phone, he was more and more giddy each day.

"Guess what mama! I have 6 snails in my jar!" "Guess what mama, Liam let me ride his scooter and I didn't tip over once!"

I was happy for him; a little sad for me. This summer has been so wacky with crazy house projects I feel like I let it (and Ben) slip by.

On the night before he came back, Ben prattled off to me about his adventures. I wondered if he would want to come home.

"I miss you Ben"

"Mama, I didn't miss you until I heard you on the phone."