Two years ago today, we moved to Canada.
I looked back to see what I wrote on our first anniversary. I'm not surprised to see that post was tinged with sadness, as we moved to Canada as a family of four, and celebrated that anniversary as three.
That's definitely the biggest difference as we celebrate this year: we are four again. We love Tala so much, and we are so happy she's in our lives.
We had to move, which sucked, and we love our new place, which doesn't.
We went to the Ice Hotel, something we had dreamed about for so many years.
I lost my job, found another, hated it and quit, and since then have gone through what feels like a hundred permutations and possibilities as I try to straighten out my working life. It has sometimes been tedious and tiring, and sometimes exciting and interesting. It certainly has not been boring.
I met lots of people, and made some good friends.
And towards the end of this second year, I added activism back to my life. For me, that completes the picture.
The biggest and truest thing I can say about this year is that now I feel completely at home. Mississauga, Ontario, Canada: this is my home.
For all our friends who are still waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting to get here, I can't say it often enough: hang in there, it is so worth it.