Wider Horizons

When I think of the places I have called home in my life, my mind first goes to the houses.

There was the Florida bungalow where I was born, the split-level 1970s special when my family spent a few years in Utah, and the woodsided house in the mountain town where I did most of my growing up, the one with the spectacular view of Pike’s Peak and the aspen shimmering in the front yard. Next came student housing – dorm rooms and shared spaces filled with second-hand furniture and book-filled milkcrates. Then came my first “grown-up” house, the little logging cabin at the base of Mount Rainier where I edited the weekly paper. From there it was a blur of apartments, duplexes and houses, leading to my current house just down the road from my desk at Lethbridge College.

The thing about all of these houses is that it’s the people inside who make them feel like home. It was the big brother waiting for me at the bungalow, the dad who built the treehouse in the backyard of that split-level, and the mom who read endless piles of books to me and nourished my love of the written word wherever we lived. It was my roommates who stayed up late solving all of the world’s problems, and my husband heroically removing the terrifying cockroaches in our first Philadelphia apartment, and listening patiently as I read my “big” newspaper stories out loud to make sure they sounded OK (something he still does 29 years later).

It was the neighbours who dropped food by our duplex for months after our son was born, shocked that we would think of having a baby living so far from family. It was the crowded table at our twin daughters’ first birthday party, the holiday dinners and last-minute pizza nights, the piles of teenagers hanging out on the back deck, and the joyous dancing of the dogs when the kids walk into the house after we pick them up at the airport. All of these people over all of these years made these places home to me.

This issue of Wider Horizons features stories of home and the people who make it so special. You can start with the story of three English language learners who made the difficult decision to leave one home to safely build a new one in Lethbridge, and follow that with reflections from a new grad whose illustrations showcase the natural beauty of Siksikaitsitapi (Blackfoot territory). And don’t miss the short stories of 10 students and new grads on the sights, sounds, smells, feelings and tastes of home.

One thread that connects all of these stories is the same one you’re finding in my message this issue, which is that for so many of us, home is much more than any building. It’s the people we find there. We’d love to hear of the ways Lethbridge College felt like home to you during your time as a student. As much as we love the Barn, the Val and the view from the Garden Court, we know Lethbridge College is more than its buildings. If you want to celebrate the people who made this place special to you, please email us at [email protected].

We’d love to hear your stories.

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Lisa Kozleski, Editor


Wider Horizons
by Lisa Kozleski
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