Going to bed with a warm soul and abundant joy.

YES! My dear friend S is going to start blogging! I’m so excited that my hero of emotional courage will open her universe to feed this world with much-needed badass wisdom. Also, I just discovered the French Canadian singer Roxane Bruneau, and I’m in musical love. She’s the Abby Wambach of my Glennon Doyle spirit. Her music has been playing on repeat in my apartment for the past 3 hours, and her every word awakes my core. I’m reconnecting with my roots culturally and emotionally. I think I made my choice, and a move is in my future, exactly when is still to be defined. Dear native land, your child is coming back.

The morning I knew I would move back to my home Province, I woke up with a song I memorized back when I was 13: “Terre Promise” by Éric Lapointe. Unfortunately, I wasn’t aware of the signer's recent violent actions towards a woman, and I feel bad for referring to his work. Still, when it comes to the lyrics of his song, I can see in retrospect that they subconsciously forged my life’s path. He describes the freedom of the nomads, but at the very end, he does mention that he’s returning home. Just like me after nine years away.

After enjoying heartfelt chats with my dear friend S and lots of musical chicken soup for my French Canadian ears, I’m off to bed more confident and assured that I’m stepping in the right direction to provide myself with the optimal environment to succeed in my studies. I will move back to my original Province but not my hometown, giving myself a little adventure to keep my nomadic heart alive.