Not my home or native land...But thanks for reminding me these last 2 weeks of Olympic games how much I love and adore you. Although you are beastly cold in the winter and slithering hot in the summer, I do appreciate your four seasons. The people in your land were quirky, I will say that.
Lots of times they were arrogant dog walkers in the winter or shirtless Catholic men in the summer. Sure, most of them refused to listen to me as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, but at least they offered me some water when I was thirsty.
Although your land is diverse and at times, somewhat ghetto, I did learn to appreciate the random things: loonies and toonies, wonderbars, milk in a bag, kilometers, Eastside Marios, perogies, shoes off in the house, the washroom, the pronunciation of "pasta" or "sorry." I even started sounding like you at times. Funny, eh?
Yes, the Olympic games are now closed, but now I have an increased desire to visit your land. Maybe it will be to BC or Alberta. Or maybe I will discover Quebec and Prince Edward Island. You may see me gallivanting around Ontario again to actually see Toronto. Who knows.
In any case, I am grateful that I lived in your peculiar and homey land for about nineteen months of my precious life.
I will forever be grateful that you were my home and native land for that time. And even though your team won the gold medal over the United States, I am still proud of your accomplishments.
Next time I support you, you can be sure that I will be sporting my Roots sweatshirt.
Much appreciation to you, your randomness, and even your ugliness (at times),
Susie
















