Since returning to Vancouver earlier this week, I have pondered how best to describe my trip to Toronto to you.
And after all that thinking, I’m not sure I really can put my trip home into words.
You see, it was more about a feeling.
I live a five hour plane ride away from my parents.
And I don’t get to see them very often.
So when I am back in Toronto, I drink in every moment.
In Toronto, my heart felt so full of love it could practically burst.
It was a magical time.
Question: Do you live near your parents? Do you get to see them very often? Do you find your relationship with them has changed over the years?