Will never take me anywhere but here.
Visited again in June, this time from very far away, introducing my wife to the old stomping grounds. Nice to visit, and despite how seductive home can be, I don’t ever want to stay.
I still miss the Peg, at least the good bits: South Osborne, Wolseley, Cousin’s, the Exchange District, river paths, the galleries, the Albert, AceArtInc, Mondragon, McNally Robinson, PlugIn ICA (I worked there briefly in the early 2000s), The Fyxx (4 year veteran), Send+Receive, Cinematheque, Folk Fest… and most importantly, the people.
My lifer friends who stayed and settled and are now growed-up and ground in: they own houses, some have kids, most are working in the arts/cultural sector, still go to Folk Fest religiously every year (but now stay in Provincial/Quiet campground though we SWORE we never would when we were kids) and are dedicated to making Winnipeg a better place. My friends who are so awesome, whose company is so fun and genuinely warm that I had to leave, because I wanted to see the world and I knew I’d just go round and round in small circles of awesome if I stayed, restless and deeply frustrated underneath it all. I’d had enough of that the first time I left for the West Coast in 1999 and boomerang’ed back in 2001, and then back to Vancouver in 2003…
That said, I shuddered a bit when I saw the picture above…I don’t miss the slush. Not one bit. Although I’m sure I’ve stumbled drunk down this street from a house party at least once. I don’t even know what street it is. But I know it.