Sixteen Years In Canada

Sixteen years ago today, my mother and I officially immigrated into Canada through the United States at the Buffalo, New York/Niagara Falls, Ontario border crossing to join my recently immigrated grandparents. This was achieved by means of the footpath on the Rainbow Bridge (pictured above) and although I have a spotty memory of the event (I was all of six years old), I remember being aware of the grandness of the occassion.

I have proudly adopted this country as my own in this span of time, while retaining most of the Ukrainian/Russian culture thanks to my family's diligent effort.

Overall, this is just a post of gratitude. Thank you, Canada.

*Update* Looks like we didn't emigrate a moment too soon.