After spending many months in my homeland, it is time to return to my adopted homeland; I’ve finally booked my ticket. The last few weeks before I leave is always a bittersweet time — I am excited to have my new family reunited, but sad to say goodbye to my first family.
Canada will always be my home — the city is etched on the back of my hand, so comfortingly familiar, a place where I always feel secure. Malta, however, represents a new chapter, a new adventure, a place that is unknown and therefore bursting with excitement and inspiration.
When I am in Canada, I can revert to a more innocent version of myself, under the wings of my parents and in the safety of my childhood home. When I cross the ocean, I must become strong and independent again. Neither way is perfect, but I am always in search of balance and am ever hopeful that I will find it.
Until next time, I am dreaming of that magical moment at the airport upon our arrival. My heart quickens and I have to catch my breath (even after four years, he still gives me butterflies). And then we walk through the doors and we embrace, our little family of three. I must say, I cannot wait.