There are times when I don’t feel Canadian. I am one. And I am very proud of my country. But I don’t have a real connection to it. While driving to Calgary today I listened to a Vinyl Cafe podcast from Remembrance day. It was a very touching story concerning a family who had lost a grandfather to World War 2, but at the end I felt I couldn’t relate.
I think the issue is that my family doesn’t have a lot of background in Canada. I am the first one in the family to be born here, and we’ve always been separate. We don’t follow hockey. I don’t say ‘eh’ at the end of sentences. These are stereotypes to be sure, but they form part of the Canadian identity.