identity, belonging, and why this is all check please’s fault
So I’ve been wanting to write a post for a while about how I kind of got sideswept and have descended rapidly into hockey hell over the past few months. I think that this has opened a door for me that I never thought could be opened.
I mean I’m Canadian and clearly we love our hockey, like my hometown is pretty big on it, people talk about it all the time, I know so many people who have played in different capacities over the years, from rec leagues to the AHL. My family was never into it though, my lil immigrant mother has never worn a pair of ice skates in her life. So I didn’t grow up watching or knowing anything much about hockey.
(behind a cut because this got long)