Being born and raised in the UK, and now calling Canada my home has allowed me to come to love two flags. The Union flag of Great Britain and the Maple Leaf of Canada. To me both inspire chills, a reaction I think we should all feel towards our national flag.
I spent the first twenty years of my life in England, and now at forty I have spent the latter twenty years in Canada, more specifically in Montreal. Growing up in England in the ’70s and ’80s was brilliant. I was very fortunate, I realize that, and so wherever I lived I was going to experience a level of comfort that not everyone can enjoy, and I understand now in my ‘old age‘ that this was a privilege. Despite this start, my parents had the foresight and the strength to encourage me to fend for myself and when it was time to stand on my own two feet the handouts stopped. I’m grateful they had the strength to go through with it, because I would not be where I am today had I kept down the path of a lazy, spoiled privileged kid!
But I digress. I have two citizenships and two flags.
I don’t think I will ever move back to the UK, but I do miss it. It’s a magnificent country and I need to get back more often. Canada is my home, though, and I am fortunate that I have a truly gorgeous family life living in this quiet suburb of Montreal. The riding is perfect (see all previous posts related to my riding!) and I am not sure I would be able to duplicate the standard of living we have so easily in another country.
Proud to be English. Equally proud to be Canadian.