Good afternoon from rainy Quebec! I’m visiting my cousins in St. Jean sur le Richelieu, touring my mother’s old stomping grounds, eat at bistros, and sleeping through the night. Though we are here for the annual balloon festival, the balloons cannot rise because of the weather. No matter. We are gabbing a mile a minute, looking at pictures, and catching up on our family lives. This is my heritage, people! I learned a new word–fripperie, thrift shop, which we’ll visit this afternoon. My cousin’s home is one floor living, just what we’re hoping to find when we sell Schoolside. I’m surrounded by my French Canadian history, language, and relatives, and it all feels like part of me, which of course it is. This morning my uncle showed me the house where my grandfather lived for 31 years. How will my girls know who they are unless I bring them here? And isn’t it finally time that my worldview expanded as I crossed into a new country?
I hope to write on Quill Point this afternoon. La vie est bonne! Check back next week for another segment of Finding Home.