{"id":420,"date":"2009-05-29T14:09:00","date_gmt":"2009-05-29T14:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/vwxynot\/2009\/05\/29\/with-glowing-heart\/"},"modified":"2009-05-29T14:09:00","modified_gmt":"2009-05-29T14:09:00","slug":"with-glowing-heart","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/vwxynot\/2009\/05\/29\/with-glowing-heart\/","title":{"rendered":"With glowing heart"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Warning: embarrassing sentimentality follows. But it&#8217;s OK, the second part will return you unscathed to the usual level of silliness.<\/em><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><em><\/em><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;<\/div>\n<p>Here&#8217;s a journal entry that I wrote on a Pacific-bound train twelve years ago, somewhere amid the lakes and forests of Western Ontario.<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><a href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_Xjsb8ObOj0k\/Sh1aOuUTTNI\/AAAAAAAAA_I\/AKVn7yrBm9s\/s1600-h\/journal0009.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px;width: 289px;cursor: pointer;height: 400px;text-align: center\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_Xjsb8ObOj0k\/Sh1aOuUTTNI\/AAAAAAAAA_I\/AKVn7yrBm9s\/s400\/journal0009.jpg\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><br \/><a href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_Xjsb8ObOj0k\/Sh1aO7aZQVI\/AAAAAAAAA_Q\/0i0LbMtNGVc\/s1600-h\/journal0011.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px;width: 400px;cursor: pointer;height: 251px;text-align: center\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_Xjsb8ObOj0k\/Sh1aO7aZQVI\/AAAAAAAAA_Q\/0i0LbMtNGVc\/s400\/journal0011.jpg\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><br \/>Rick was my seat-mate, a Toronto lad who was travelling to Jasper. When he woke up I didn&#8217;t so much &#8220;talk to him&#8221; as &#8220;propose to him&#8221;. Yup, not even one third of the way across and I was already in love with Canada, and had taken my first stumbling step towards citizenship.<\/p>\n<p>At 8:15 am today, barring any unexpected obstacles, I will take the final step. Swear the oath of allegiance, sing the anthem, and complete the journey.<\/p>\n<p>Regular readers will know <a href=\"http:\/\/vwxynot.blogspot.com\/2008\/04\/cae-and-city-my-love-affair-with.html\">how<\/a> <a href=\"http:\/\/vwxynot.blogspot.com\/2008\/05\/cae-and-city-part-2.html\">much<\/a> I love my adopted home town of <a href=\"http:\/\/vwxynot.blogspot.com\/search\/label\/Vancouver\">Vancouver<\/a>, despite its flaws; my first day here was enough to erase any thoughts of moving to Toronto. That love extends to the rest of BC and beyond; Toronto is hip and happening, Montreal is vibrant and beautiful, Nova Scotia is scenic and friendly, and there&#8217;s so much more still to see. Canadians are great people (although many Vancouverites are way too reserved for their own good), and they&#8217;ve built a (mostly) decent, tolerant, multicultural society that I&#8217;m proud to be a part of, the current government notwithstanding.<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">I&#8217;ve always felt at home in this country, from the very first time I set foot in Toronto after a few weeks in the US and thought &#8220;cool! Red mail boxes&#8221;. As much as I love my home nation, Canada just feels more&#8230; open, I guess. There&#8217;s much less of a class structure, people don&#8217;t judge you based on your accent the same way they do in the UK, and everything&#8217;s just so <span style=\"font-style: italic\">new<\/span>&#8230; it feels like the possibilities are endless. And there&#8217;s so much <span style=\"font-style: italic\">space.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Today is a doubly proud day because I&#8217;m here in my own right. I earned my status through my education and work experience, not through marriage to a random Canadian I met on a train when I was 20, or even in a friend&#8217;s house when I was 26.<\/p>\n<p>I will remain a proud Brit. I&#8217;m lucky enough to be allowed to hold two citizenships; if I wasn&#8217;t, I honestly don&#8217;t know whether I&#8217;d have taken this final step. But since I <em>am<\/em> allowed, <a href=\"http:\/\/vwxynot.blogspot.com\/2008\/07\/happy-canada-day.html\">I applied<\/a> for Canadian citizenship within three days of becoming eligible.<\/p>\n<p>But I&#8217;ll save my immigration stories for another time; today is about true patriot love.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;<\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><em>&#8220;No it&#8217;s not! It&#8217;s aboot dignity! It&#8217;s aboot respect!&#8221;<\/em><\/div>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px;width: 400px;height: 292px;text-align: center\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_Xjsb8ObOj0k\/Shx1tuNfZ6I\/AAAAAAAAA-4\/MTDnpIRu7Ck\/s400\/sp1.bmp\" border=\"0\" \/><\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><em>(Sorry, couldn&#8217;t resist)<\/em><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><em>On with the celebrations! There will be champagne! Possibly on the beach!<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><em><\/em><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><em><\/em><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><em><\/em><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">\\O\/<\/p>\n<p>(<em>or should that be<\/em> \\\u00d8\/ ?)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><em><\/em><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><em><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px;width: 400px;height: 225px;text-align: center\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_Xjsb8ObOj0k\/Shx1toncObI\/AAAAAAAAA_A\/yy1d1n6M3hM\/s400\/southpark031of.jpg\" border=\"0\" \/><\/em><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Warning: embarrassing sentimentality follows. But it&#8217;s OK, the second part will return you unscathed to the usual level of silliness. &#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211; Here&#8217;s a journal entry that I wrote on a Pacific-bound train twelve years ago, somewhere amid the lakes and &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/vwxynot\/2009\/05\/29\/with-glowing-heart\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":10,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[45,29,19,25,65,8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-420","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-canada","category-embarrassing-fan-girl","category-personal","category-silliness","category-travel","category-vancouver"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/vwxynot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/420","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/vwxynot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/vwxynot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/vwxynot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/10"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/vwxynot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=420"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/vwxynot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/420\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/vwxynot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=420"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/vwxynot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=420"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/vwxynot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=420"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}