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Escape From New York

Escape From New York

After five weeks, I’ve finally arrived back on Canadian soil for Hot Docs and a nice little stint in my home and native land.

More than anything else, I look forward to not being immediately introduced as “from Canada,” and having conversations about being Canadian, US-Canadian immigration policies, whether or not I speak French, whether or not I say “eh,” and what exactly poutine is, as token social icebreakers (which is often totally out of well-intentioned curiosity on the part of the other party… but is occasionally condescending or downright ignorant). It will additionally be nice not having an intense fear of getting hit by a car or falling suddenly and severely ill and having no access to the American medical system. And there’s being able to use my ID without fear of bouncers telling me “they don’t accept student ID,” leading me to explain to them that its not student ID, but an Ontario driver’s license (“there’s a hologram and everything!”) and is perfectly valid. And of course, there’s the maple syrup, hockey, mounties, beavers, poutine, Celine Dion and igloos… all of which I’ve missed dearly and can’t wait to be surrounded by.

Here lies the hobo map, 254 days in:

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