On Becoming Canadian
On February 20th of this year, I officially became a Canadian citizen. I now have the distinct honour of holding both New Zealand & Canadian passports. What luck & privilege indeed. I love both countries so much.
The ceremony was surprisingly sentimental. The officials running the ceremony were adorable & almost seemed more excited than the attendees. There were people from 50+ countries in attendance, a testament to Canada’s radical inclusivity & identity as a global culture. The speech was really touching, especially the part where they said “Thank you for choosing Canada. Welcome home.”
I’ve now lived in Canada for almost 9 years, 6 of which have been in Vancouver. Of the 7 countries I’ve lived in, I’ve been in Canada & Vancouver for the third longest. And as much as there’ll always be a place in my heart for New Zealand, Canada is home for now. I appreciate the multiculturalism, the politeness of Canadians & the gorgeous West coast, among other things. I can’t say that I will be here forever though. It feels odd to consider living in just one small part of the world, when the entire world is our home. After all, national borders are a human construct, not a universal one.
I like to travel and I feel that all humans should have the right to explore their planet. Alas, I know that the world is not just like that. It never ceases to amaze me though, how much privilege a passport can hold. Two identical people will have vastly different travel rights based on the passport they carry, especially if one person has a passport from a developed country & the other has a passport from the developing world.