Thirty-six years ago, as my flight descended toward Pearson International Airport, I craned my neck to look out the window. The first thing I saw of Canada has never left me: lights shimmering in the darkness, like stars scattered across the night. (And, yes, the plane landed safely and solidly!)
Yesterday marked the 36th anniversary of my arrival in Canada—a cross-cultural journey I reflect on with wonder and gratitude. I would not be who I am without it, just as I would not be who I am without the time before it. The path is not always straight or smooth, and now, I find myself in a country grappling with profound challenges and uncertainties.
Interestingly, I have never felt more Canadian – an identity that extends far beyond what is written on a passport. Here, I have put down roots as a first-generation Canadian, created a new life, and raised a family. “Cherish your 35 years in Canada” was my mother’s last words for me before she passed away last year. I do and will, mom.
I still notice the stares in places where few visible minorities go—the stares that question: Who are you? Why are you here? I had asked myself these questions, but now I am done with them; they are not my problems anymore.
I am here, just like the rest of the folks who immigrated here, you or generations before you. We are in the same boat. Never has Canada needed all of us together as much as it does now.
For many new immigrants, it takes time to truly feel a part of a community, to navigate language and culture. For those coming from collectivist societies, the shift to an individualistic one can be particularly difficult — a loss of identity and belonging that can take years to rebuild.
When we truly embrace this beautiful country, we find our identity and sense of belonging. We live in it and have a responsibility to preserve what is good, strengthen what is fragile, and build a better Canada that our children can be more proud of.
Each of us may be just one candle, one star. But together, we can light up the sky.
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