I grew up in Prince Rupert BC but Haida Gwaii is my ancestral home.
It’s a magical place, which makes it hard to describe how you feel when you get there. I came for the first time since childhood when I was 20. I was scared that people wouldn’t accept me and that I would be deemed a “city Haida.” Haha, they still call me a “city Haida” but teasing is part of the dance with Haidas.
I come home at least once a year to see family and usually for potlatches. It grounds me, my family grounds me. It’s another one of those things you can’t put your finger on.
Haida’n around rules.