Every summer, beginning with my first summer—age 6 months—I’ve dipped my toes in Georgian Bay. It was on her shores that I had my first awkward kiss. It was on her rocks that I had my first sip of beer. It was on her beaches, in the space between her gently curving trees, that I fell in love and out of love, sometimes in the span of a few weeks. Over the years, these lakeside coming-of-age moments have come of age themselves, shifting to more subtle landmarks: deep, essential breaths; long moments of introspection; decisions made quietly, the waves crashing their applause. In 2013 I married an American and spent my first full year apart from Canada, apart from Georgian Bay. In 2014 I returned for one necessary summer, documenting my homecoming as I document all things these days—on Instagram.