http://web-impressions.net/fister/664 I was born in Canada. I have a Canadian passport. That makes me a Canadian. Right?
http://www.vse.at/?milyokis=partnersuche-lvz&05a=4a Wrong. Well, sort of. I’ve talked before on here about how I dread the question “where are you from’ because I don’t really know what to say. Or at least there is no short answer to that question!
source url I don’t define myself by where I was born or where I grew up, nor do I have any real national feelings towards any country. And I don’t exactly get to use my Canadian passport very often but I did on a recent trip to Vancouver. I even got confused at immigration and when they didn’t question me! I had to be reminded that I could come and go as I pleased!
http://arbhojpuri.com/?991=d0 But I did feel an odd sense of belonging, coming back to Canada. Perhaps that is because I have family here; perhaps because everyone is so lovely and welcoming; perhaps because it is one of the most strikingly beautiful countries in the world. Who knows. But I am glad that it is part of who I am.