Nov 29 2008
Paradise Lost
I’ve grown up in this place, a place where neighbours wave and say hi as they walk their dog by you mowing your lawn. It’s a place where you run into people you know everywhere, and everyone simultaneously knows way too much, and not enough about you. It’s a town that runs on hockey and delusions. I’ve been here my whole life and although I feel like I need to leave before my life will really begin, I have no idea how to.
This is one of those places that postcards are made for. You can wake up in the middle of the night and see a deer walking down the back alley, or watch two parks and wildlife guys chasing a moose across the football field during 3rd period in the library. I’ve never wondered what my parents saw in this place, why they chose to come back three years after I was born here. I’m just wondering how I’m supposed to see what they saw, knowing what I know.
Living here doesn’t guarantee an easy, normal, suburban life. It is definitely a place that can’t be judged by appearances. It’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
