Mark and I are now officially permanent residents of the United States of America and I have mixed feelings. The good news is we don't have to keep applying for a visa every two years. The bad news is Mark can be drafted! Well he's too old, but if he was between 18 and 26 he'd have to register with the "draft board". We can vote in California elections but not in National elections. Good thing the guy I like was elected president. It should be easier to cross the border, but I wonder if Canadians will consider us traitors? The truth is, being Canadian, (I''m of course not speaking for all Canadians) I was often critical of America. Now I have American friends, some who read this blog, who I care for and respect. Really guys I do! And there are many things I've learned to appreciate about this country - not the least of which is the weather. Making the decision to call Huntington Beach home has caused me some anxiety. I was confused enough when I would fly "HOME" and forget if I was going to Windsor, Ontario or Sherwood Park, Alberta. If home is where the heart is, I feel lucky to have three beautiful places, where friends and family live, to call home.
