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Where the Heart Is

‘Where the Heart Is’ is a biweekly series from the Features section intended to complement the ongoing ‘Places to Go’ series. From this new series, the reader will be shown around someone’s hometown as the author recounts a fun story, lesson learned or other memory. This series is intended to showcase communities of all sizes — tell me about your block in Delhi, tell me about your apartment complex in Toronto, tell me about your sparsely populated municipality. For more information or to submit a piece, reach out to features@ubyssey.ca.

Where the Heart Is: Calgary is more than cowboys

Calgary is commonly associated with conservativism, oil and gas, extremely cold weather and most importantly, being cowboy crazy. This is something I have run into whenever I introduce myself as a Calgarian. And for the most part, these are all true.

Where the Heart Is: If memory changes, at least I’ll have doujiang

As a child, my parents would take the three of us kids to T&T to buy doujiang. The predictability of the store was comforting. White waxed floors, edged by subtle grime; the smell of plastic wrap and the mist they sprayed to keep the vegetables fresh. The bright lights, the temperature, the layout — these elements create theoretically perfect conditions, yet are too sterile to make me feel at home.

Where the Heart Is: Winnipeg lies at the heart of the country

My family moved to Winnipeg when I was seven — another family in a long migration of those leaving their homes to start again in what seemed like an isolated tundra. We subscribed to all the Filipino things available to us in Canada: church, any bakery with good pandesal and other Filipinos.

Where the Heart Is: Pune reminds me of spilt milk

And when I finally succeeded in escaping my hometown, I became crudely aware of my origin. “I am from Pune,’’ is a line I will be repeating until one day I give up, seeing people’s confusion and just say Mumbai. It’s easier — geographic simplifications never hurt anyone.

Where the Heart Is: Home is a quantum superposition

I always believed I was someone whose life was in constant motion — at least that’s what I believed when I first left Vancouver in May of last year. And yet, seeing the familiar Vancouver grid come into view from above, I discovered a discomforting warmth arising with my arrival “home.”

Where the Heart Is: Nowadays, I keep watch on North Kingstown

There’s a coastal stretch of land inside the smallest state in the US. It sits along an oceanic passage as if hugging the brisk Atlantic. It’s a sub-rural area but large enough in size that it stretches halfway across the state. It’s quaint, sunny, lively and historic. It’s nothing like busy, fast-paced Vancouver.

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