Thanksgiving, for my family, has always been more about being together than where we are together. Of course, I will always demand that Christmas is spent at our home in Colorado- probably well past the appropriate amount of time for a full-grown adult to be going to her parents for the holidays, but that won’t stop me.
Anyways, we have spent our Thanksgivings in places from Ireland to Kazakhstan, so I wasn’t all that surprised to find myself flying to Vancouver, BC this year. Somehow, with prospects of epic fishing for my brother and dad and a cozy condo on the gorgeous Pacific Rim for the rest of us, we had zeroed in on Tofino. Maybe it was being with (most of) my family or the warm accommodations, but the sleepy surfer town on Northern Vancouver Island felt more like being home than I could have anticipated. Its rare to find a place that is simultaneously foreign and eerily familiar.
“We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.”
— Carson McCullers