In Chicoutimi (Catchup blog 4 of 4)

A few weeks ago, I was in Saguenay working on a couple of stories. Sitting in the ruins of the old Pulperie on a sunny day, I wrote this little reflection on my upcoming immigration limbo:


In Chicoutimi on business

I stand on a viaduct

overlooking La Petite Maison Blanche

and a skate park.

A shirtless kid, white as a fish’s belly, rides a rail

And his wheels hit the ground with a crack.

I’m reminded of the skate park in the bud-shaped shadow of the Human Rights Museum in Winnipeg.

Winnipeg! As distant as Jupiter, but still…here.

It dawns on me that I’ve seen more of this country than that kid, who was born here, probably has…and much more of this country than I ever have of my own.

Where else could home be but here?

That is, if such a thing as home exists

For someone like me.



About msmarguerite

Young Quebec City-based freelance journalist. once and future nomad. I blog about life, about travel, about things I notice and every so often about work. I enjoy language learning, singing, swing dancing, skating and...other stuff, sometimes. My heart is somewhere in East Africa, Haiti or Eastern Europe. English, français, русский, malo slovensko, un poco de espanol, um pouco de português ndiga ikirundi, mwen ap aprann kreyòl...
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