I have a very important task for you, fellow bloggers and blog readers.
I’m from a small community on the Labrador coast called St. Lewis. And though you most definitely have not heard of it, this little town has been my home for over 20 years. I love this place and its people.
Now, as a social media coordinator, I’m pretty much on Facebook all the time. It’s basically my desktop wallpaper. And I would love to be able to show some community pride by listing St. Lewis as my hometown. But I can’t.
I’ve messaged Facebook a few times pretty much begging them to list St. Lewis as a community/town/city so that I can share this information with my friends! I’m proud of my town and want to show it off. But I haven’t gotten any replies.
So then I did a little research. From what I understand St. Lewis can be listed as a city in which I can classify as my hometown IF the page created about St. Lewis gets enough ‘likes’.
So a few paragraphs later, this is what I’m asking you. Please ‘like’ this page about St. Lewis so the people clicking away at the keys behind the scenes at Facebook will finally categorize the town that I lived 20 years of my life in as, in fact, a real place. A visitable place.
The best viewing spot for Icebergs on the famed Iceberg Alley.
The Ocean is RIGHT THERE.
Kind-hearted, wonderful people.
It’s where I grew up (shameless plug).
Gorgeous scenic views.
Gorgeous scenic views.
So please, give it some consideration. And if you find yourself travelling the Trans Labrador Highway, or hopping a ferry across the Strait of Belle Isle, don’t forget about my little town that you ‘liked’. Because you truly don’t want to miss it.
I’m back! Yes, I’m at home in St. Lewis for a little while. Or at least I hope it’s a little while (no offense, family, but I need a job!) I just graduated from the Journalism program at CNA’s Stephenville campus. It was a challenging couple of years but I’m pretty sure I came back a better person because of it. Through personal and professional drama, I am still here, kicking like an old Chev.
It’s raining here today. The hills are painted with fog and the rain looks cold enough to tear the skin off your bones. But I’m home, and nothing can wipe the smile off my heart. It would be nice for a little sun though, my brown car needs to be washed back to white and I’m not going out in this weather to do it.
It’s been an odd couple of days since I got back. I have been thinking a lot about my grandfather, he passed away the 25th of this month, last year. I will never forget that day. I won’t go into detail.
I just wrote up his in Memoriam and sent it along to the Northern Pen at the request of my Aunt. I think it really reflects who he was. I miss him so much.
My Dad painted my room in the last week before he came to Stephenville Crossing to help me pack to move back home. It’s a beautiful light blue and it’s truly a peaceful space. I think I needed that, ha ha. But the paint fumes are very strong in here and it’s giving me a sore throat = not so pleasant. Any advice about how to get rid of paint odor? Please note that my mother is allergic to strong scents so air freshener is a no go.
Well as you can see not much has changed with me, I’m still a jumble of thoughts and sentences. I’m going to be blogging more frequently now that I’m back in a stable mindframe (don’t time me, it might go away soon lol). Here’s some pictures!
Look what I found in Iceberg Alley 🙂
Hubert Poole, wonderful man, even more wonderful grandfather.
My little tiffany box.
Fancy closet lol
My new workstation…it does the trick 😛