I got to go 'home', back to the area I grew up in, in the Peace Country. I went to a little town half the province doesn't even know about, and two stepped in the same gym I've square danced and two stepped in on occasion since I was 13 years old.
I taught my son and daughter to two step, while aunts and uncles and friends spun around us to the country music.
It was a huge leap from my life here, from traveling to France this summer, shopping at the halal deli and the Italian market, visiting with Portuguese neighbors, to head back to the homogeneous, white north, and dance to music I haven't heard in years. A lifetime ago. A redneck lifetime ago.
It's a mere 4 hour trip away from here.... but it feels like such a drastic difference.