Today is wmtc day: Allan and I have lived in Canada for three years.
When I think back to August 30, 2005 - driving through western New York State in the world's fullest minivan, Buster between us, Cody in a cave of boxes - it feels like a lifetime ago. And yet these three years have flown by, as time seems to move alarmingly fast, the older I get.
Not a day goes by that I am not happy and grateful that we left the US for Canada. Canada has turned out to be exactly what I thought it was: not a perfect world, just a better place.
And now, it is my home.
Next up: citizenship! We've got the forms ready to fill out. More on that as it happens.