Headed for the border this weekend. When we got there we turned it right around. As requested. By Immigration Canada. We also purchased a big bottle of vodka, which was not specifically part of their request.
And after a bit of form filling and deep breathing, I became a landed immigrant. A permanent resident. That phrase, in and of itself, is exciting. It's been a long time since I resided even semi-permanently anywhere. I'm in the club. Wasn't even tested on my knowledge of hockey (thank goodness).
Oh, Cananda.
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