Looking back on eight years in Canada
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This week I celebrated my eight “Canaversary” – time flies when you’re having fun, or not at all. It’s been a hell of a ride, and I’m grateful to those who shared some (or all) of it with me.
My Canadian adventure started back in 2008, I was 26 at the time: “young, green, and very naive”. I knew I wanted something different. Not because the life I had in Europe was so bad. It was pretty great, actually. The United States was high on the list but their immigration policies to become a permanent resident appeared to be next to impossible to crack, so I opted for the Northern neighbour Canada as a good second choice – with all the recent developments south of the border I think that choice was a safe one, literally.
Despite numerous ups and downs along the way, I made it -and I’m still around. So while I’m happy I made the move out here in 2008, and I’m also happy I’m still here – would I do it all again? Honestly, I’m not sure. As one of my readers wrote in a review of my latest Happiness…
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