i miss my whistler family. the thing with travel is, you make friends elsewhere, in other countries, from other countries. and it's wonderful, and magical, and your connections are real and genuine and quite special, being that time of your young adult life before the big decisions have been made. then you have to leave these people, or they leave you, and sometimes, your heart just aches and aches with the missing of them all. and it's harder to keep in touch than you thought it would be, and you sometimes find yourself having daydreams about buying a ticket and getting out of here.
i have been looking at photos; here are some.