Living Color

Having safely made it to the land of my birth, I can say that I don't always refer to Canadians and automatically think of myself as one. This can happen even when I'm holding my passport in my hand!

What I find is that I'm stitching my new home together out of stories I'm creating myself, and also having survived what feels like my first Canadian winter.

The cold isn't over, but nobody told me that Canada would be so full of light. I mean, it's SUNNY up here. I look out the window, and I see bright.