where I am going, where I was born

I know my blog was uncharacteristically quiet this Canada Day, but don't worry, I haven't gone all American. I was proudly spreading the Canada love elsewhere on the internet and in the real world, I promise. 

unfortunately and unbeknownst to us, the only Canadian festivities planned in NYC were either cancelled (boo) or occurred on the weekend before the 1st... so we didn't end up with a whole lot to do on actual Canada Day. Brandon coincidentally had the day off, though, so we took our little two-person celebration to the beach! 

dress, bag, + silk scarf- vintage // sandals- gift (handmade in Greece!) // sunglasses- found on the ground in Williamsburg (score!)

when we arrived at Rockaway Beach the sun was shining and there was a strong breeze providing a welcome break from all this "summer in the city" humidity. it was at this moment I realized that I was not wearing a stitch of red. not even my multi-colured underpants, which many people saw due to the very blustery weather. for shame. 

BUT. I am wearing green and pink, which are colours of the Newfoundland Republic flag. AND July 1st is also Beaumont-Hamel memorial day in Newfoundland. AND we all know that while I love the crap out of Canada, I love Newfoundland even more. 

so in fact, I am dressed very patriotically. 

RIGHT? 

after our bodies had been sufficiently coated with sand, we went home, changed into some red & white clothing (Brando wore a Canadian tuxedo), and checked out a Canada-themed bar in Williamsburg. lots of people there were wearing red & white, so I assume most of them were Canadians, but other than that there wasn't anything particularly "Canadian" about it. there were pinball machines, however, and cheap Moosehead beer, so we had a pretty good time anyway.

I've been missing my home country a little more than usual. probably because Canada Day is so close to the Fourth, which gets a ridiculous amount of attention, and because this is the first year we've really had no one to celebrate with; even in Scotland there were tons of expat Canucks. there's also the realization that comes once you've been living in the US for a certain amount of time, that while our two countries are so close and so similar in many ways, they're also oddly and fundamentally different. I really like living in New York, but Canada is just so awesome, you guys. I'm so happy to be from there. 

so now I will go into Fourth of July weekend with obligatory cheerfulness, and thankfulness that I get to have two great countries as my current "home."