I found this sweater on Broadway in Soho, NYC. The mural is in Lower East Side. That’s where I slept. My hubs spotted the graffiti and insisted we venture out there to shoot. I wear my flag shirt with pride. It’s the perfect sweater for an English teacher. I carry the American spirit preciously in my heart. It’s part of who I am.
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I have so many good memories of life lived in the U.S. So many dear friends met. Stateside or outside. America to me is the land where my heart feels contented.
The past three years spent in Canada have taught me a lot about the silent northern neighbor. Life here is very much equivalent to the one south of the border. Social issues seem to be better handled. Gun problems don’t really exist.
Adjusting to a place and making it home takes a while. Every time. Packing my life up and coming to Canada was my third international move. I thought I had it all nailed down. Not quite so. Quebec City challenged me by being different from what I had expected – even though I tried my best to not have had preconceived ideas. They are really hard to avoid. Anticipating the times to come is part of being a human.
Three years post our move from Paris, I’m getting truly used to this Frenchified America. French Canada is actually a neat and unique combination of France and America. Nowhere else will you find this mix. Fashion happens here. Big time. Why? Because I, for one, make it happen. Whatever you long for, invite it in. Do you best to have it. Embrace it. Cherish it.
This Friday I will be hosting a soiree at my place – Quebec City Glamour Night. We’ll dine with wine and do color analysis (a cool site I found here as our guide). I’ll shoot pics for the blog featuring the outfits we’ve chosen according to everyone’s unique color maps. After that we’ll head out clubbing.
So yep, my American dream is going on strong. I’m doing what I feel in my heart to be the right thing to do at the moment. I have a reason to be here, right now, and I’m hugging that arms open. Heart full of American spirit, body energized by enthusiasm.