It’s been a busy week/month over here. But to start it all off, I would like to make the following work related comment: I officially survived my first conference hosting experience with no major disasters (or even little ones to be honest) and I’m pretty stoked with it.
I have a couple amazing colleagues that helped smooth the way and for that I’m incredibly thankful.
But what I really want to talk about, aside from my conference hosting stress relief, pride of a job well done, is a conversation I had with a colleague who I’d invited to speak at said conference. The topic was about diversity in education and her presentation was about integrating diversity into your curriculum. Overall, one of the points she wanted to stress (this is a very reductive version of her presentation) was to see students beyond their culture because they are so much more than that.
For instance, she asked me, do you only identify as being from BC or are you more complex than that? The answer of course, is that I’m FAR more complex than that… but that’s not what I want to talk about right now. What I wanted to explore was my actual identification as a BC’er.
In Oct 2011, I will have lived in Quebec for 11 years. 11. How crazy is that? And for years I’ve talked about BC as home and let’s face it, it’ll always be home. That will never completely go away. However, I find myself realizing, more and more every time that I return to BC, that I am no longer really a BC’er anymore.
So in spite of my proud declarations of being from BC and my secret pleasure over people’s awe about my great French skills for a BC, it’s come to a point where I might actually have to rethink my identity proclamations.
I’m not a BC’er anymore and I haven’t been for a while. My heart is in Quebec. Both literally and metaphorically. My French is fine, but not great for someone who has lived here as long as I have. It’s time for me to take it to the next level. No more hiding behind my pseudo BC status. And honestly, every time that I go home, I realize that I don’t belong in BC anymore. Sure, I could go back, but my home is here. I love Quebec, shitty roads and all. I love that my province didn’t vote Conservative and that my values are reflected, in large part, by the things that are practiced in this province (ok, not all… )I love that I live in a place full of so many cultures and that speaks 2 languages and is a little Euro, a little Cdn, but all entirely it’s own: Quebecois.
Mon pays ce n’est pas un pays, c’est l’hiver.
And even though I fracken hate winter and cold, I’d take it any day over months of grey rain. I don’t know when it happen, but Quebec, for better or worse, you’re home, which is perfect given that I’m about to buy a house here!