Dear Journal.

place that I will always call my true home. I still cannot believe that my parents wanted to leave that beautiful place to go on a long rough trip that would take many weeks. Leaving my friends was one of the hardest things that I had to face so far in my short life, most of these people I had grown up with my entire life.  My mother, father, little sister and I all got onto the big boat that looked like a giant steam ship. It was extremely crowded. I think that there were more people on that ship than there should have been. My father found us a small corner to put our things in and for us to lie down in, on the second level of the ship. The entire ship smelt of mildew and rotting…umm...it smelled as if the boat itself were wearing away. The boat looked as if would fall apart before we reached out destination.  The giant boat was covered in brown flaky rust. The bulky boat ended up getting everyone that was on it to there final destination, the railway. Once my family arrived at the railway, my family took the rail from Halifax to a prairie province. The rail ride was along and incredibly uncomfortable and long. My little sister Julianne kept crying because she was not used to so much traveling at the age of 5. Julianne was restless I could tell, she wanted to be back at our old home in her warm and comfy crib, I couldn’t agree more with her. I would give anything to be back home with my closest friends outside in one of the many gorgeous fields playing catch with a ball that we had made from material that my friend Robbie had found around his house and then Danny had saved his allowance and bought a rubber ball type thing, we had then tied the material around the rubber and we had a ball. Oh, there are so many good times that I am going to miss, in this new place I doubt that I will find friends as good as though I had back home.      After many weeks of travelling my family and I had finally reached our new home. It was unsettled and the air was a lot chillier than it was back home. To go outside we had to dress very warmly in big jackets that my mother made for all of us. My mother loves to sew; she sewed all our clothes out of scratch.  Even though this new home is a lot different than my old home it has its own unique features that I am sure I will grow to love. My entire family has begun getting accustomed to our new home. We have come to the conclusion that it is not a house that makes a home but the family that makes a home. So far, farming has been good my father has even gotten me and my sister a new pair of boots for the long winter that is ahead. I am no longer mad at my parents for uprooting me from where I was born because I have grown to enjoy this place and everything about it. Sincerely,                  Joseph Calliwell