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To add to that, after getting married, hubby and I moved and now live on the opposite coast, and this is not counting the time we spent living in the US.
So in my head, it shouldn't come as a surprise then that I don't necessarily think of the country that I was born in immediately as home, nor the city that our family first moved to (which the rest of the family still calls "home"), nor the city where we currently live in. And I guess what I'm trying to say is as cliche as it may sound, home, really, is where the heart is, which makes it 3 different places, in my case. And for me, that's ok.
My native country will always hold fond memories of my childhood. My adoptive country, my new native country if I can call it that, makes a chunk of my past now and has shaped me as an adult. My current city represents my present. And as for the future, who knows!
On that note, wishing all Canucks out there a "Happy Canada Day!" :)
Hear hear:) And Happy Canada Day to you too!
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