On February 11, 2008, Wayne and I immigrated to Canada. We passed this very spot in Peace Arch International Park to meet with a Canadian immigration officer at the border crossing. I can only speak for myself, but I know Wayne has similar feelings. We love our adopted country and home in Powell River, BC.
"Children of a Common Mother." I've always felt that about Canada and the States. I was born and raised in Southern California, but both sides of my family came to the U.S. via Canada. My father's family immigrated from England and settled near Montreal. My great grandfather on my mother's side came through Montreal from Ireland during the potato famine. However, both families chose to move to the States, and ultimately to Southern California. I guess that was a good thing for me.
I've always felt moving to Canada was like coming home. Many summers my mom and dad would bring me to British Columbia camping. I may have even passed through Powell River way back then. But when Wayne and I landed our Piper Arrow at the Powell River Airport back in 2000, we both knew we'd found home.
Have you ever found someplace you knew was perfect for you? It's such a wonderful feeling. -- Margy
On February 11, 2008, Wayne and I immigrated to Canada. We passed this very spot in Peace Arch International Park to meet with a Canadian immigration officer at the border crossing. I can only speak for myself, but I know Wayne has similar feelings. We love our adopted country and home in Powell River, BC.
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What lovely shots. And congratulations!
ReplyDeleteHow lovely and happy anniversary! Pete and I felt the same about Tollesbury. When we did some family research we both had great, great, great Aunts who settled here. They were unrelated but how weird is that for such a small village! X
ReplyDeleteCongratulations Margy! We feel exactly the same way about our mountain cabin..it's home sweet home for us:)
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