tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57627389883431658062011-04-21T19:04:29.577-07:00Cultural Vivid-sectionisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689619782590176150noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762738988343165806.post-25403982491344208912009-03-13T12:08:00.000-07:002009-03-13T12:10:54.201-07:00Having 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!<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5762738988343165806-2540398249134420891?l=ruthycharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cultural Vivid-sectionisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689619782590176150noreply@blogger.com1