There are times I wish I could channel my inner Dorothy, I would click my heels together three times and say those five magical words “there’s no place like home”. In an instance I would be back at home sitting on my mom’s couch wondering what’s for dinner, ahhh if only it were that simple. Over the past three years, whilst living on the West Coast, I have had some amazing adventures but there really is no place like home. I miss the familiar places, faces and smells. Every now and then we need to wander back to the place we call home to embrace that warm feeling that only that one special place can provide…..
I wasn’t able to click my heels together this time, don’t get me wrong I tried but I kept waking up in the same place, so I did things the old fashion way and bought myself a plane ticket. It’s funny how all the reasons that made me yearn for more are now the same reasons that bring me home. Like most small cities, it feels like everyone knows you, everybody kind of thinks and looks the same, there is a monotonous routine shared by most and there is never enough excitement!! I grew up feeling as though I belonged and at the same time not so much…..but coming home always makes me realize that I really am a prairie girl at heart. Feeling that you are part of a community is so comforting and most often a quality only a small city can provide. I know I have said it before but I am saying it again, there is something unique about the kindness of the prairies and the people within it! I decided it was time to pay homage to the place I call home and let ya’ll know why it’s worth the visit.
The first thing that is an instant draw are the skies, the clouds are constantly dancing as they roll on through and on a clear day the sun has never looked so full of light and beauty. They don’t call it the land of the living skies for nothing;
Here you can watch the sun rise and watch it set at the end of a summer’s day. The sunsets alone are worth the trip. Another reason? Well you may not know it but there is a really great art district in the heart of Regina. The Cathedral Village is lined with one of a kind shops by local artisans. The area itself is bursting with art, creativity and liveliness. The one thing that was missing was a place us hookers could call our own, well imagine my surprise when I came across a yarn store;
Yup! Hip Knit, Regina’s very own yarn store. It’s filled with some great yarns and friendly service. I would recommend stopping in and taking a look around, plus where else are you going to find the perfect shade of Rider green;
I was overly delighted when I stumbled upon the beautiful collection of Rider green yarns but really not too surprised as I have never met a city so dedicated to a sports team. I am so excited to make some Rider gear to help cheer on the home team, “Let’s Go Riders”
I want to leave you all with a song that always brings me back home, a song that captures the prairie sunsets and the rolling wheat fields, it’s by the Tragically Hip. Take a listen to their song Wheat Kings, I may not be able to click my heels to get back home but this song takes me there every time 🙂