The motherland did not welcome us with fine weather. It was rainy, windy and cloudy the day we arrived, and it stayed that way. It was the type of weather that leant itself to lazy days or wandering in a museum or keeping warm at a cozy cafe.
When everyone asks me how Warsaw was, I struggle to answer. I love my birth city but, it has changed a lot and I don’t feel that strong emotional connection any more. It no longer feels like “home”. The majority of my key life moments occurred in Toronto. While the ones in Warsaw are a blur now. I remember the exact corner where the man sold popcorn in a paper cone stood or sitting with my grandpa on his balcony in the sun. But, everything is different now and I don’t feel that feeling you do when you are in a place which hits you with emotional memories. So how was Warsaw you ask? Wonderful, strange, emotional.