You were sparkling and dazzling in the summer’s hot and oh so bright sunshine, when I first spotted you.
You looked so very pretty, as I was so tired – tired from travelling, tired from looking for a home.
The train had dropped me off some four hours north of you and now, as I was heading towards you, I was bouncing in an old, worn-out seat that kept me awake to not miss my first glance.
What did it feel like for all the others around me? Those who were sleeping in their seats and those who were relentlessly typing on their keyboards, not caring at all about taking a look since you weren’t foreign to them.
What did it feel like for them, what did YOU feel like?
I have been looking for one for years and years. A location to live and love – somewhere that would embrace and love me back. Some were friendly, some were rough. I had been running from them in pain, fear and disappointment. And now, oh Calgary, here I am, a stranger from a land so far away.
I love your beauty, adore your kindness and admire your voices. You sound so thoughtful when you ask me “Ma’am, can I give you a hand?” You make me smile when you invite me for a trip in the fare-free zone. And I am heartened that you actually hear, care, and appreciate when I wish you a good day!
I had lost belief and filled up with gloominess. I didn’t trust I would ever find what I call home. The love I got from someone who cares has led me to reduce what I was worried about – a physical home that I love and waits for me when I return.
It’s made me understand that home is not just a place, but rather a feeling.
But please, oh Calgary, you are my hope.
Would you please try and be that missing piece to make the whole complete?
Oh Calgary, I beg you, can you be my home?