Gretchen Rubin has a fantastic quote: “The days are long, but the years are short.” Somehow I blinked and now I am in my twenties. I imagine the next ten years will pass similarly, slow but also at breakneck speed, and I’ll be a thirty-something, the same age as my parents when they immigrated. Will I have the same courage as them, I wonder, to seek a better life?
I don’t have the answer. All I know is this: it’s been a good 20 years, Canada. Here’s to many more to come.