I think a large part of me also held this job, this company, as the foundation I built my Canadian life upon. Indeed, it will always be that. It's really something when you receive those meaningful welcomes as an immigrant. Not just the verbal welcomes, though they count too. But the "I'm willing to rent you an apartment" or "I'm willing to give you a job." And though you may think it can't be too hard for a white Western European, it really was (which makes me very cognizant of how much harder it is for less privileged immigrants and refugees).
But just as it was after graduation and after leaving Ireland, it's also time to build something new. I know this in my bones and it's probably been the case for longer than I've cared to acknowledge it. But that doesn't make it easy. It doesn't mean no tears have been shed. And I probably won't confidently come out the other side for a while yet. But, at the same time, I'm up for all of it.
Plus, it's almost Christmas too, and so it's okay to hang out in the half-light, wondering what will come with the morrow.
Some Friday links:
- Gaby Wood on Lee Miller's war photographs
- 34 long reads to explore
- Yum: Gingerbread Bûche de Noël
- We published many special pieces under my watch and I rarely shared any here. This is one I will always hold dear
- Glenn Gould's Toronto is pretty special and uplifting and echoes so much of what Toronto is to me
- Ordered this. And dare you not to after listening.