pg 48

January 6, 2010, 5:49 am
Filed under: Uncategorized

Guelph, babe, this is difficult. You a city, me a person, but I’ve got to tell you, it’s just, it’s time. And I know everyone says this, but really, it’s not you it’s me. You’ve been great, amazing. It’s just that, if I want to keep growing, for the time being I’ve got to keep going. Heck, a big part of me doesn’t want to leave. But, at the very least, I can take, and have taken, solace in the fact you’ll be here, continuing to bring your warmth, goodness, to the table.

I’ve loved you for a long time. You’ve kept me safe. For years I’ve watched as memories upon new memories have been laid overtop old ones and I’ve been truly grateful every time you’ve shown me a new corner, a new secret space of yours.

I fell in love for the first time here, you even facilitated it, lending what help you could, through your trees and up your hills. And you never get jealous, instead always welcoming me home with your sexy civic arms.

Of course, I should say a few things lately have been making me a little nervous, your Hanlon creek business, and condos instead of low income housing. Are these really the ways to say we’re here to make the world a better place? But don’t worry. I have faith in you and know the good you can do, that you continue to do. Call it blind faith, but I know you’ll do the right thing.

And a few more things of yours I’ll miss

-the cowboy who keeps the Bank of Montreal safe

-awkwardly waiting in line at the Red Brick

-Dutch Toko sandwiches

-riding a bike up/down the Gordon Street hill

-playing cribbage on the steps of Our Lady

-the varnished door by the Farmer’s Market

-Goldie mill

-GCVI’s front entrance

-those mysterious numbers a canoe will see on the speed between Gordon and Victoria

-the whispers of Guelph as on the brink of civil war: the Ribfest crowd versus the Hillside and the tragedy that would be BBQ sauce speckled bare feet.


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