I miss it there.
I miss the feeling of being surrounded by great mountains and clear rivers.
I miss the feeling of coziness, smallness and security.
Of being forced to be resourceful. Of having my immediate family close by to me. Of our close bonds and all the time we had together.
Of simpler days. Simpler ways. Simpler to-do lists. Simpler schedules.
I've been told it gets easier, but never goes away. This pining for the North. And I'm sure it will, but maybe that's what scares me. I'm scared it will be just a distant memory, when I can't help but feel that a piece of our hearts are still there.
Don't get me wrong, I do like it here, but right now, I am missing that familiarity. The feeling of knowing where I am.
*And just to clarify, I am speaking mostly of my missing the Yukon in general and Whitehorse specifically. In case anyone feels the need to remind me of how I felt when living in Beaver Creek.