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Show me the money

I don’t have much money, but if I did… I’d buy a big house where… we both could live. Yes, I know it’s an Elton John song, but really I could have written it. In the past 18 years, I have moved my money across the Atlantic so many times that I don’t have anyRead more

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This is England

I miss Canada. This may surprise you, if you have read my previous posts (the one where I ranted about roundabouts, for instance, or the one where I whined about … well, anything) but from the age of 17, I have had a connection and a love affair with Canada. I was always drawn toRead more

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Through a dog’s eyes

Hello. My name is Hallie and I am an immigrant. Not by choice, you understand. No-one even asked me if I wanted to move halfway across the world. I suppose that’s because I’m a dog, and dogs don’t really answer questions. Just over a year ago, I was living a very comfortable life, though ofRead more

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Back on home turf

One of the less appealing things about being an expat is the guilt that comes along for the ride. My guilt started the day I left my family, friends and cat in England in 2003, and continues to this day. A primary reason for leaving Canada is because my dad is ill. I don’t wellRead more

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The renting experience

I  have learned the hard way about the joys of renting. I’m sure that not every renter’s experience is similar, and I would hope not. My experience is based only upon the UK, and only upon a dodgy agency whose name I won’t mention. OK, I will: Choices. If you ever find yourself renting a  property in theRead more

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First world problems

I miss my vacuum It is a first world problem, I know, but things just don’t work as well here. I knew this already from when I lived here before, and it could be because things are usually older, but I suppose I got spoiled by Canada and its efficiency. Here I am struggling dailyRead more

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Christmas at home

For the first time in 12 years, I will be spending this Christmas with my family. In the time I have lived in Canada, one of the hardest things – as any immigrant will know – is to be away from family at this time of year. When your parents are ageing, this becomes even moreRead more

I’m going home, I’ve done my time

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road I have lived in Canada for 12 years. In that time, Daughter K has moved back to England three times. For 12 years, she has had one foot planted hesitantly on home soil. She is back in England again now, firmly established with a job and a flat and a newRead more

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