There's an old cliche that goes something along the lines of.. "Love and warmth make a house a HOME". Whether or not it's cheesy or over done, after a night like tonight, I couldn't agree more.
Inside the old wood panelled window that leads into the living room of Gracie's Place, the beautiful B&B we now reside in, a passing neighbour would have witnessed a wonderful display. Rich BC wine was being toasted over a local deer roast, sided with succulent baby prawns caught right off the bay in front of where we stood. A few types of freshly cooked bread-wholewheat rosemary, cornbread and cheese twists donned an edge of the giant cedar table, while slowly simmering chili awaited on our old gas stove.
Through dinner and into the hours after, my housemates and I shared life stories of triumph, heartache, funny stories of childhood mishaps and accounts into where we've been and where we dream to go. Towards the end of the night, as I was sitting with java in hand and the sweet melodies of Annesley picking at her acoustic guitar, with the faint yellow glimmer of anchored boats off in the distance, I smiled to myself.
I do miss my family back home, but I must say, over the next few months these people will do just fine!
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