North of the Border


This is probably going to sound super stupid, but every once and a while I remember that I am not living in the country I was born in and I’m like…oh.

Yeah, that sounds pretty stupid as I’m typing it out. But it’s not something that I consciously think about very often, so when I do actually think about the fact that I live in a country where I’m not technically a citizen, it’s kind of a weird thing. It’s kind of a shocking thing. I never thought I’d be living anywhere other than the US, but HERE WE ARE in a world where I’ve spent more of my adult life in Canada than in ‘Murica.

Kinda wild.

Sorry, that’s all I’ve got for today.

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