Who would have thought I’d be living in America, with an American hubby, and four American born children? When I was a teen I always thought I’d end up marrying a red-neck farmer in southern Ontario, and have to get up at some dreadful hour to milk cows or some such thing. No offense intended against farmers, but I’m just not farmer’s wife material. I grew up in suburbia (in the wonderful town of Ancaster) and I am a suburbanite at heart. Not country, not city, just big, treed lot, close to stores but on a quiet street, comfy home but not McMansion, perrenial garden not big veggie garden, paved driveway not gravel, bike around, not drive around, close to school kind of suburbanite. Yup that’s me… Pitiful isn’t it? There’s not too much immigrant blood left in me I suppose. But I did immigrate here, so that counts for something.. . took the plunge, left kith and kin… and ended up loving a new country.
Now that I’ve managed to alienate half the readers, here are some pictures of my youngest American girl 😉
How did your life change from your expectations as a child?