We celebrated the same way a lot of others in our building did - by barbecuing in the courtyard then watching the firework show in the city square across the street. The food was delicious and it gave us the perfect opportunity to christen our newly decorated patio.
It was a sweet scene, but there was a distinct moment where I looked around and suddenly felt like I was in the Twilight Zone. Absent were the chants of "USA!" There were no stars and stripes painted across little cheeks. I found myself in a sea of red and white, but no blue. It was surreal to think that I was probably the only person pining for America amidst a Canada Day celebration.
This isn't to discredit Canada or Canada Day. I'm a big fan of patriotic holidays and it warms my heart to see both children and adults take pride in their country. But regional holidays are reminders that I'm not in America anymore, and it's been more than six months since I've been home, so it's a bit of a mixed-emotion situation for me.
That said, I'm looking forward to celebrating more Canadian holidays. Now that the first big one is under my belt, I think/hope the rest should be emotionally easier. I'm already mentally preparing myself for Canadian Thanksgiving (and trying to process that it's an entire month early and on a Monday?!).
Below are some snaps of our little home celebration, happy memories of our first Canada Day as a family.