As I prepare myself to leave Kamloops after an 18 month stint to head back east, I find myself inevitably letting go of things I no longer need for my next venture, a necessity I find when moving on to new pastures and adventures. With strong memories in tact, I documented my dried bouquets collected from my hikes, wanderings and all the roses I bought or was gifted by strangers from Heather at the Kami, who would make the rounds at local bars selling single roses, a huge highlight of my evenings going to punk shows, sitting in the corner of the bar reading Dracula and all sorts, disassociated from the local shenanigans that went on in the background! Then there’s my peony from Mollie’s garden, when I came home from work after a long day and she gave it to me as I walked through the door of my basement suite, which instantly lifted my mood and filled me with warmth. A small gesture which meant a lot to me. Roses from Saint Patricks in my ''Jared jar'' from the night we went to the creek at stupid O' clock at night/morning and made out on the bridge, under the moon. My dead sunflower which I randomly found on a trail in the Winter poking out of inches of snow. I ran up the creek that afternoon to admire the snowy landscapes as it settled heavy on the mountains. I will never forget Kamloop's beauty and the community within it, which deserves full acceptance and appreciation.