returning to canada
I've been feeling so critical of Canada lately, enough to lead a few Canadian wingnuts to tell me to "go home". Hey guess what? I am home!
Because I care about Canada, I want it to be the best society it's capable of being. And you know what else? Injustice is injustice, and must be illuminated no matter where we find it. Especially if we find it in our own home, after spending so much time criticizing our neighbours.
I think most Canadians know that. One thing I love about this country is that most people don't accuse you of being unpatriotic when you criticize the government. (Peter Mackay is not most people.)
After spending five days in the country of my birth, I again experienced the same feelings I always do when I return home. As we drove through western New York State, as the miles fell away, soon to change to kilometres, I thought, I'm going home, where I should be. A sense of relief and gratitude washed over me. I was driving, and Allan was asleep, and I reached over and squeezed his hand. I thought, we did this. We did this and we are here.
I just checked the email address listed on this blog, and a whole new wave of people are writing to me with questions about emigrating. I hope every one of them can make it.
Because I care about Canada, I want it to be the best society it's capable of being. And you know what else? Injustice is injustice, and must be illuminated no matter where we find it. Especially if we find it in our own home, after spending so much time criticizing our neighbours.
I think most Canadians know that. One thing I love about this country is that most people don't accuse you of being unpatriotic when you criticize the government. (Peter Mackay is not most people.)
After spending five days in the country of my birth, I again experienced the same feelings I always do when I return home. As we drove through western New York State, as the miles fell away, soon to change to kilometres, I thought, I'm going home, where I should be. A sense of relief and gratitude washed over me. I was driving, and Allan was asleep, and I reached over and squeezed his hand. I thought, we did this. We did this and we are here.
I just checked the email address listed on this blog, and a whole new wave of people are writing to me with questions about emigrating. I hope every one of them can make it.
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