....today I arrived in Canada.
I arrived after a long and painful flight straight from Thailand with my new man, 8 months pregnant, 9 backpacks, a bunch of cash and and the firm belief that we could make it work.
I still remember as it was yesterday - the fear of the unknown but also the excitement of a new life.
Stepping out of the Vancouver airport to meet my new sister in law Debbie.
Driving to her house in White Rock, looking at the landscape and thinking I am in an {all american} movie.
Meeting my Mother in law at the airport.
Being welcomed with open arms.
My very first Thanksgiving dinner with my new family.
Endless hours of trying to follow the conversations around me ended with me being completely exhausted.
The excitement of seeing a bakery only to be disappointed to find that the sweets were nothing like back 'home'.
Being too shy to ask for the Salami at the Butcher.
Laughing my butt of when my MIL ordered "Potatoe Skins" at the restaurant.
Being totally shocked to see a map of the world with Europe not being in the centre.
It's been 10 years and it hasn't been easy all the time.
Getting to know my husband (as silly as this might sound), having a baby without any (close to me) family or friends, overcoming cultural and language barriers, making friends and losing friends and the never ending attacks of homesickness'.
And here I am now- still getting to know my husband, still raising a family without much extended family around us, still trying to overcome some of the differences between me and my fellow canadians, still making and losing friends - but it's so much easier now. So so much easier.
I can now not only order salami at the butcher, I can also get into an argument with him LOL.
It's been a good 10 years - and I never once regretted making the big move.
We made it all work. And I think we did a pretty damn good job.