Today, I’m proud to announce that I’m officially a Canadian Citizen! I’ve lived in Canada for 7 years now and almost all of my family lives here, but since I was born in California, I’ve technically been an American for all that time…until today.
No longer will I have to sheepishly explain myself when US teams play against the Canucks. No longer will I have to carry a stupid Permanent Resident card with me when flying home to Canada. And probably most importantly, I no longer will I have to worry about losing my immigrant status if I need to stay out of the country for more than 6 months in a year.
There is one interesting drawback to all of this: I neglected to realize that once I became a citizen, I’d lose my Permanent Resident card, required for a landed immigrant to return to Canada when travelling abroad. Normally this wouldn’t be too big of an issue, but I have to fly to San Francisco in a week for business with Salesforce.com. ACK!
I’m doing the mad-dash rush to apply for my Canadian passport, booking my flight, getting passport photos taken, and all the other machinations needed to get from here to there without being detained by airport security. This is the only black mark on an otherwise awesome occasion.