Sadly, the first of September came around very quickly that year. Three weeks of being in place that I loved and discovering more about it was over. Coming back to England was sad, I missed the summer a lot. Of course, this time round I had made friends which gave me an even stronger emotional attachment to Canada. Thanks to the internet however, I was able to keep in contact with a few of the people I met. Talking on MSN almost daily to one person. Facebook showed me pictures of the changing seasons, the first snowfall of the year and even, as if to spite me, trips to timmies! This made me want to return even more. My friends at school enjoyed quoting me "CANADA, CANADA, CANADA". I think the internet had a huge part to play in my undying love for the place: I was able to skype my friends and family and hear their voices, go on webcam to them and see the snow out their windows. As great as that was, it wasn't as good as being there. There was something which I appreciated far more than the joys of the internet: receiving a letter was far more exiting. It had made a journey, from the house of the person who wrote it, across Canada, across the Atlantic, through my letter box and into my hands. It was far more personal and real to receive post from across the world.
It was another two years before I traveled to the true north strong and free again.
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