I’m coming home. I even took the last train. But to Casablanca. Not Paris.
Because the thought of missing a Canadian summer is unimagineable.
Sunny days filled with bike rides, picnics and swimming. Evenings on the patio or down by the water watching the sunset.
And weekends at the cottage doing whatever you please, whenever you please. Coffee til noon? Or beer at 10 a.m? But of course. You’re at the cottage. And we don’t judge.
Throw in a bunch of amazing friends with whom amazing memories are made, and you think to yourself, “have I gone to heaven?”
Oh, and don’t forget a little Ottawa Bluesfest and Canada Day on the Hill action!
And like Diddy, my Kingdom will wait…for the day I shall return.