Dual

I can’t let July 1st, being Canada Day, go by without recognising my own deep Canadian-ness.  For someone who is firmly and squarely Canadian, it’s hard to admit I’ve lived away from it for over twenty years. 

I don’t think I’ll ever call myself Australian, even though I have dual passports.  And yet I write Australian on the immigration card when I (used to) arrive in the country after an international trip.

Being more than one thing is accepted these days.  We’re also asked to be ‘authentic’.  Yet sometimes that’s a bit muddy, when we can be two things equally.