There are stories about always being on the move.There are stories about not having just one place to call home.There are stories about not knowing what home is.There are stories about seven different cities.There are stories about that feeling of safety.There are stories about being taken care of.There are stories about imaginary gunfights.There are stories about long driveways.There are stories about small driveways.There are stories about driveways covered in 4 feet of snow.There are stories about Tempo garages.There are stories about big houses.There are stories about attached houses.There are stories about linked houses.There are stories about apartments.There are stories about brand new houses.There are stories about cars.There are stories about twelve different cars.There are stories about stuffed animals.There are stories about large, large lawns.There are stories about dinosaurs.There are stories about planting mint and picking rhubarb and cranberries.There are stories about squirrels in trees.There are stories about large, old trees.There are stories about cats getting caught in trees.There are stories about ice rinks.
There are stories about shovelling.There are stories about losing balls in our neighbours’ backyards.There are stories about neighbours’ pools.There are stories about back doors only.There are stories about security alarms.There are stories about my brother’s friends being unfair.There are stories about not giving a damn.There are stories about wasting time.There are stories about being able to relax and just sit around.There are stories about parents and how perfect they once were.There are stories about parents and how perfect they still are.There are stories about leaving everything behind.There are stories about leaving everything behind seven times.There are stories about starting anew.There are stories about extreme hatred and unfairness.There are stories about wanting to leave.
There are stories about always going out and never staying in.There are stories about finding a family.There are stories about being who I am.There are stories about leaving a family.There are stories about a family that I don’t know much about.There are stories about longing for a home.There are stories about searching for that home.There are stories about finding that home.There are stories about a new family.There are stories about loving my friends.There are stories about never wanting to leave this family of friends.There are stories about finally belonging.There are stories about finding that constant.There are stories about realising that constant has been with you you’re whole life.There are stories about my immediate family: Mom, Dad and Brother.There are stories about realising they will always be there for me.There are stories about being jealous for not having lifetime memories with friends.There are stories about being internal.There are stories about being the ‘new kid’.There are stories about being the ‘new kid’ seven times.There are stories about hating.There are stories about being so grateful.There are stories about not being able to settle down.There are stories about always looking for a home.There are stories about realising that I have one.There are stories about coming to terms with my life.
Andrew Gaboury

Toronto, Ontario, Canada
| York University
February 20-27, 2007

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