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Here are two moments in time:
The first was in the summer of 1959. The second was January 28, 2023.
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I was ten. My parents in Toronto thought me spending a week at summer camp would be a good idea. In nature, on the shore of Lake Simcoe. I wasn’t so sure.
There was swimming. I couldn’t. There were hikes. I could. There was craft-making. I tried.
Maybe ten of us boys slept in a cabin. Some of them were noisy. “I want my bed.” But the truth was deeper than that. “I want my mommy.”
One night I tossed and turned, feeling so scared, so alone. Sometime in the wee hours, I got up, put on my clothes, left the cabin, walked to the lakeshore … and turned left.
I was going home. “Just follow the lake to Toronto.” Unfortunately the city was about 60 miles away.
The camp staff found me in the darkness, a few miles down the beach. Whatever happened next I don’t remember.
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I was on the first of two flights that were taking me from Toronto to Brussels. I had checked three pieces of luggage. I was finally moving to Belgium, without a visa being confirmed … but I was going!
Several previous visits to Gent had showed me: Canadian cities were no longer home. Toronto, London, Lethbridge, Vancouver. Home was forward, beyond the clouds. Home was Ghent.
Although I didn’t know the song Long, Long Journey yet, the words were what I was feeling …
Long, long journey
Through the darkness
Long, long way to go
But what are miles
Across the ocean
To the heart that’s coming home?
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And here I am
Where my soul softly says “Yes”
Sick no more