A long, long time ago, in a country far away, a baby was born. Me.
Born in Canada. Raised in England. Now living in the US. Who knew that I would grow up to be a citizen of all three countries. One by birth, one by paternal adoption and one by choice!
I will always consider myself a Londoner (west, please!) No greater place to live as a teen and twenty-something in the 80s and 90s. Unless you were a teen in northern California. Where I now live. Or Canada . . .
My move to the USA was unscripted and unplanned. Went through the Green Card process and after seven years, the citizenship gig. Not for the faint hearted at any step of the way. Expensive, time-consuming and very, very complicated.
So, late in 2012 I was feeling a little unsettled and perhaps that was what spurred me into applying for my original birth certificate from Ontario, Canada.
A few days ago, after months of waiting, I received by regular mail a copy of my original birth certificate. It didn’t include or exclude anything that I wasn’t already aware of.
It’s just comforting to have written acknowledgment of where you began.
I’d love to hear about how you got from there to here!