This is my home.
I’ve spent much of this afternoon trying to write about the Olympics – not in the I-was-there way I’ve been doing, but to sum up my emotional experience of the Games. I can’t do it. It’s too much. But I can sort of cobble some thoughts together. Vancouver is my home. It’s the home I chose for myself and it’s the place where I feel safe. Having felt very much not at home in many of the places I’ve lived since I was a kid, this is a very big deal for me. The first time I ever felt the feeling people call patriotism was when I sat in the stadium here...
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