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Ten Years and Two Reasons

This August I will be celebrating 10 years since I moved to Canada. I’m 32, so pretty much I’ve lived a third of my life in this country. It doesn’t feel like that at all. I came to Canada when I … Continue reading

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Please, Even If You Mean Well…

It makes quite angry when people say: Ohh Silvia, you couldn’t move to (mention here any other Canadian city that is not Vancouver nor Victoria)…it would be too cold for you. I like to think people mean well, but this … Continue reading

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This Stuff is Real

On Sunday I was part of a bake sale. I did some baking that I brought for the sale, I helped setting up, wrapping the treats into plates, cleaning up. As an immigrant I thought bake sales were a myth, … Continue reading

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Written long ago

The strike in my body is not ready for arbitration it’s tired and unwilling to commit. There aren’t any favourable conditions the forecast says grey skies and rain.   I haven’t forgotten about it I know it, I’ve been there … Continue reading

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My reasons today

I miss Mexico because of its sun, its people and food. Cloudless days, hot and melting sidewalks; friendly people saying buenos días and smiling at you. Endless options of deliciousness at home, in the streets, in every corner.    I … Continue reading

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Missing…again

I miss Mexico, I miss the fresh orange juice and my mum’s cooking.   I miss Puebla, the brave warrior Popocatepetl, las chalupas and nieves.   I miss the streets, the wild dogs that I’ve feared so much as a … Continue reading

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Almost 7 Years

Achieving one of my biggest dreams didn’t come easy. I wanted to leave Mexico, I wanted this so badly for many years. Eventually, I did it. I became permanent resident of a First World country, and now I’m lucky enough … Continue reading

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