It’s been just over 3 years since I moved from Canada to England to be with my husband. It’s still the hardest thing I’ve ever done, packed 21 years of memories and life into 3 bags and said goodbye to my family and friends.
I have days that I feel so homesick but I look at my twins and know if I hadn’t made such difficult decisions they wouldn’t be here right now, I wouldn’t have this life and I wouldn’t be a SAHM to my gorgeous girls.
I found a new job, made new friends, had to rely on public transport and hoping I didn’t get the wrong bus or take the wrong side street to get home, learning new slang and words, learning even to write a little differently. Sometimes it feels so normal but other days I feel like it was a mad culture shock in some ways where it’s so different from home.
I have two homes, back home in Canada, where I was born and raised and lived for 21 years, and here in England with my girls and my husband in our home. I will always be a woman of 2 worlds, 2 homes and as confusing as it can be sometimes I’ve never once regretted my choice to immigrate.
