Once upon a time, in the magical land of my youth, a decade seemed like a long time.
Seriously. Stop for a moment and think about the time that slowly passed between 10 years old and 20 years old; 17 years old and 27 years old.
Somewhere around 30, however, the passage of time seemed to change. It did for me, anyway. Time, which was once measure only for me, now passed in "years married" and "Isabel's Birthday's." And in these precious increments - time flies.
How often I've found myself muttering (I mutter now), "How is it already?" or "That seems like yesterday." Or my latest declaration, " We've been in Canada for 10 years."
Now, before I move on, let's process that last one...
I've been in Canada for 10 years.
(*silently contemplating*)
10 years in Canada.
(*shivering*)
10 YEARS.
(*apologizes Canadianly*)
As if moving from the southern US to the frosty North wasn't life-changing enough; Matt and I relocated and immediately got ourselves in a big damn hurry. Our flag was planted on September 1, 2009 and Isabel Austin Sully was born as a Canadian citizen on July 10, 2010. You do the math.
Parenthood became the monkey wrench in our 2-year plan...
...thank goodness.
I can still remember us talking about moving home; how we missed it and where we'd end up. Oh youth. And even after becoming parents, we imagined a life back in Austin or Atlanta and introducing our little nugget to our favourite places. But, I think Matt and I, for too long, were coveting a life back home that we simply couldn't returned to.
I see that now.
I'm not sure if 10 years makes us honorary Canadians yet. I think there's some sort of test we have to pass involving snow shoveling, apologies and maple syrup. In all three subjects, luckily, we are highly adept.
Over breakfast this morning, we toasted our coffee, "Happy 10 years!" And Izzy chimed in, "Where do you think we'll be on your 20 year anniversary?" We both stopped and looked at each other realizing how quickly that will come.
We'll probably still be here.
And more surprisingly, It's just where we want to be.
Seriously. Stop for a moment and think about the time that slowly passed between 10 years old and 20 years old; 17 years old and 27 years old.
Somewhere around 30, however, the passage of time seemed to change. It did for me, anyway. Time, which was once measure only for me, now passed in "years married" and "Isabel's Birthday's." And in these precious increments - time flies.
How often I've found myself muttering (I mutter now), "How is it already
Now, before I move on, let's process that last one...
I've been in Canada for 10 years.
(*silently contemplating*)
10 years in Canada.
(*shivering*)
10 YEARS.
(*apologizes Canadianly*)
As if moving from the southern US to the frosty North wasn't life-changing enough; Matt and I relocated and immediately got ourselves in a big damn hurry. Our flag was planted on September 1, 2009 and Isabel Austin Sully was born as a Canadian citizen on July 10, 2010. You do the math.
Parenthood became the monkey wrench in our 2-year plan...
...thank goodness.
I can still remember us talking about moving home; how we missed it and where we'd end up. Oh youth. And even after becoming parents, we imagined a life back in Austin or Atlanta and introducing our little nugget to our favourite places. But, I think Matt and I, for too long, were coveting a life back home that we simply couldn't returned to.
I see that now.
I'm not sure if 10 years makes us honorary Canadians yet. I think there's some sort of test we have to pass involving snow shoveling, apologies and maple syrup. In all three subjects, luckily, we are highly adept.
Over breakfast this morning, we toasted our coffee, "Happy 10 years!" And Izzy chimed in, "Where do you think we'll be on your 20 year anniversary?" We both stopped and looked at each other realizing how quickly that will come.
We'll probably still be here.
And more surprisingly, It's just where we want to be.
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