somtimes titles are hard to define.

I am so proud of this place I've found. Like a secret treetop of my childhood I guard it was a fierce determination. I feel as if I have fallen in love here, with this glorious place. I never want to leave, never have my feet lift off the hard cold earth of this harbor town.

I am hurt when it is not seen as I see it, and I wish so feverently that I could show you how marvelous it is.

There are people missing in my tree top paradise, but they are close by through wires of cyberspace and late night phone calls.

Mornings that bring e-mails from new friends and old friends and the comfort of familiarity, familiar issues, and I can compare and contrast my life now to my life then, and I feel a warmth of joy and peace that I have not felt in many many years, I keep marveling at this new found sense of self, sense of purpose and sense of identity.

I have a room with two windows and a door, I have books with stories of monsters and girls and angels and slaves, I have a bed and my mothers quilt, and I have my photo album reminding me of where I come from, but not so much that it's haunting. Life isn't haunting anymore.

Today brings searches for Halloween costumes, and I regret leaving my best treasures in Calgary.