no, not since I posted.
no, it's over 28 years since we arrived in Canada.
we arrived with six suitcases, two little boys aged 8 and 4, two teachests of 'stuff' and 200 dollars.
items not listed in order of importance.
it just seemed like such an adventure.
we arrived with nothing.
and still have most of it left.
mr. clippy had been here for 3 months.
he was the 'advance' party.
we had no family here.
no home to come to.
just an apartment on the 'bad end of the street'.
it was the end of january 1982.
it was freezing, snowing, blowing and icy.
we had never experienced weather like it.
the weather did not suit our clothes.
we had no car.
we had little furniture: hubby had found an apartment and we bought beds and bedding and a couch and chair.
we had 2 teachests full of 'stuff' from england.
we had 6 suitcases containing all of our worldly goods.
soon we bought some second hand stuff; a table and chairs etc.
I honestly thought we would give it a few years and if it didn't work out we'd just go home again.
as we know,
you can never go home again.
at first we couldn't afford to go back.
it would be 5 years before we did.
and then when we could, it felt like it was too late.
the kids were settled in schools, had friends, sports, teams, grades.
and then got married.
and now they have their own children.
after 3 years here we had a Canadian kid.
just to cement the deal.
SHE's the one that went to live in England a few years ago.
figure that one out.
at first me and the kids were only here on visitor's permits and we had to lie to immigration officials at our interviews applying for permanent status.
mr. clippy had a temporary work permit.
we had to tell them we had assets - as in things such as houses and goods worth money which we would sell and bring to Canada.
that was the furthest thing from the truth.
with no assets we thought they'd be sure to reject us.
we knew that we had to leave england.
our prospects there with maggie thatcher were dim.
only the dole queue to look forward to.
and we'd already had enough of that.
sometimes I wanted to go home.
but then I'd think, 'where IS home?"
it's longer than i lived in england.
in fact i was not quite 28 when we left.
married woman with two boys, aged nine and four.
we missed out on a lot of things in england.
most of all, the family things which only happen once; births, weddings and, inevitably, deaths.
life continued without us while we started a new life here.
anyway, it just seems like yesterday in many ways.
the time has flown, as time will do.
you never know which way life will take you.
the worst thing about living here?
i will NEVER get used to them.
the best thing?
the other 3 seasons.
i never thought that i would still be here after all of this time.
i still get homesick.