I've never been able to leave this city.
I've never known why.
I've taken vacations, I've travelled on business, I've even worked in the US off-and-on for a couple of years. I've had ample opportunity to pick up stakes and settle somewhere else. But something keeps me here in Winnipeg, that God-forsaken Hellhole I dearly love.
It's not the familiarity of routine... most of my old hangouts have either closed or "switched focus", at least the ones I haven't outgrown.
It's not my job. I can sell hose & fittings or fasteners pretty much anywhere there's a need. My wife can be a social worker pretty much anywhere.
It's not my friends... I hardly have the time these days to hang out. And family will always be family no matter where I am in the world.
So why the Hell am I still here?
In the coming weeks, I will explore that very question.
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