A sense of home

When I woke up this morning, it was raining.  I turned on the TV, and the news said it was snowing in Calgary.  I miss it, seriously.  I prefer snow to rain.

When I cook in the kitchen, I often turn on the TV but don’t pay attention unless it says something interesting.  One day, TV news said “…suspects moved from Nova Scotia to Ontario by vehicle…”  I was not paying attention, and thought “how the hell can it happen?”  While I was not paying attention, “Ontario” sounded like “home”; it has been one year since I moved to Hamilton.  But, what I unconsciously imagine is “home” is located on the east side of the Rocky mountains.  I mistakenly thought “how the hell can they move from Nova Scotia to Alberta in one day by vehicle?”  Although it’s been four years since I left Calgary, similar things often happen in the same situation.  When TV news say “Blue Jays”, I unconsciously imagine players in red uniform bearing a big “C”.

I am planning to apply for Ontario Provincial Nominee Program to apply for permanent resident, which means I intend to live and work in Ontario.  This seems the most feasible option to stay in Canada for me.  Ontario will be my home for the near future.

October 23, 2012Permalink