• Marny Heit

Are we really doing this?

After months of idly talking about it, it was time to make some real decisions.

Chris and I got married in September of 2013. One of the main things we've always agreed on is our intention to be childless. And so, after watching all of our friends get married and have a kid, and then another kid, we found ourselves talking about what we wanted our life together to look like. After all, if we aren't having kids, and we're just going to continue doing what we're doing, living where we're living, is this it? Is this what our life is going to look like?

After all, you can't just pick up and move to another country just because you feel like it, right? Who does that?

We'd always said that someday we wanted to live in another country. Every time we've traveled outside the U.S., we've had the "Could You See Yourself Living Here?"conversation. And then we'd ultimately end the discussion with, "Well, someday." After all, you can't just pick up and move to another country just because you feel like it, right? Who does that?

Apparently, WE do.

So, in November of 2016, things got pretty... weird around here. Things that had always seemed fairly stable and comfortable suddenly... weren't. And like a lot of people, we went through the "We'll Leave The Country" tantrum. And like a lot of people, we didn't think we were serious.

Until a few months later. So, I know this is going to sound odd, but it never really occurred to me that I'm technically a dual citizen. I was born in the United States, and have only ever lived in the United States. But my father was born in Canada. It's a long story, but the crux is that my grandmother, who was also born in Canada, decided that she wanted her son to be near her own parents, and moved back to Canada to give birth to my dad. They didn't live in Canada very long (just a few years), but technically, it means I'm the child of a Canadian father. A quick Google search clarified that yes, I too count as a Canadian citizen.

So, I printed some forms off of the Canadian government's Department of Immigration website, gathered some certified documents together, paid $75 (Canadian) and 5 short months later, received my fancy certificate verifying that I am indeed a Canadian citizen. So now, suddenly, that "We'll Leave the Country" tantrum had some weight behind it. A new option had actually opened up.

But just to be clear: we aren't making this huge life decision based solely on our displeasure at the direction we feel like the country is taking. While I readily admit that it was a catalyst for the discussion, the reality is that my husband and I have both been looking for the "what's next" part of our lives. If we aren't going to take the typical child-rearing path that most couples take, there needs to be something next for us. So, why can't this be what's next?

About me

After almost 20 years living in Atlanta, Georgia, my husband and I decided it was time to make a change. We packed up our lives, grabbed our beloved cat, and ventured North to re-make our lives in Montreal, Canada.  Did I mention we don't speak French yet?


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