I write a lot of about my biological family – after all, they give me a lot of material to work with that spans the entire spectrum of human emotions, quirks, and experiences. But there are more families in this world than just the biological one. Indeed, doesn’t the adage say that your friends are family you choose for yourself?
Under this definition of family, then, my immediate family spreads out from Quebec across Canada and then all the way across oceans to other continents. And for somebody like me who would rather have a small handful of very close, intimate friends than countless acquaintances, it’s an endless blessing. Human connection is an unpredictable and formidable force in this universe and I am incredibly fortunate to have some unbelievably strong bonds across the globe, even with some people I have yet to meet in person.
These people are all a part of my story and they have all given me so much to be thankful for in my life. And because stories are meant to be told, that’s what I’m going to do.
It takes a village to raise a child — and it takes a tight group of friends to help a person grow. Welcome to my village!