It’s been a few days, and I’m still kind of stunned the world didn’t come to an end over the weekend.
Something I thought might never happen, something fate seemed to be going out of its way to prevent for reasons I figured had to be cataclysmic, occurred at long last.
I made it to Canada, eh!
I have a moose stuffed animal with a maple leaf sweater, packages of ketchup chips, photos of me in a metropolis north of the U.S. border and a stamp on my passport from Celine Dion’s homeland to prove it, too.
Armageddon didn’t happen. Frigid Canadian air did not violently disseminate and turn the planet into an icebox. The plague known as Justin Bieber Fever wasn’t unleashed on the world.
Well, at least the first two didn’t happen.
Let me explain why the smile on my face was so huge when the friendly Canadian border agent asked me to repeat my weird story twice Saturday morning and then agreed to let me walk into Toronto after saying, “Welcome here … finally!” [Read more…]