Bowen Island

Home is where memories lie. Each moment is special and every moment is a memory. A moment may be a bad memory, but the good ones overpower it. Home is where I feel loved, happy, and also a little sad. A sad that has been in me ever since I moved away. I didn't really understand why I had to leave. It was a sad moment, watching my home get smaller and smaller into the distance, me and my brother sobbing as we drove away. Each teardrop was a drop of hope, opening up to a new life. When I visit, I look at my old home, where I grew up, and the place that I've always felt connected to. When I look outside in my new “home” I see cars rushing by and grey cement sidewalks… but at my old home I saw the forest, the moss, and all the things that made me feel safe and happy. The forest was peaceful and quiet and the moss was as soft as a pillow. I remember the outdoor wood fired bathtub that my dad made. On peaceful nights. we would lie in there, looking up at the stars, the lights of the night. In the daytime I played in my tree fort and jumped high, high, high on the trampoline like I could reach the stars. Sometimes it’s hard to think back on the place I’ve always loved. Even though I live in Victoria, my heart still belongs to Bowen Island. I might never adjust to my new home, but I’ll always know in my heart that Bowen Island is my home forever.