Canadian Identity

So what's a nice canadian boy doing in the US. Well - when I left Canada in 1996 I truly hated the place. Hated it for its unresponsiveness, hated it for its bizarre meritocracy (more on THAT to come sometime, I'm sure), hated it for being parochial. And so, like many others, I headed south to the land of milk, honey and sweet, crisp, available yankee greenbacks. Oddly, as soon as I landed in the states I began to miss Canada in a huge way.

I guess THAT, more than anything, is the expat experience - dweller in two domains and master of neither...

So there I was with my head often here...

and my body mostly here...

and here I remain...