Immigrant life does not always arrive through dramatic moments. Sometimes it arrives through an Uber ride, a Tim Hortons order, a grocery trip to T&T, or the quiet act of checking if your wife is still beside you before sleeping.
There was a season when P-Pop filled almost every space in my day. Then life arrived with new worries, new responsibilities, and the quiet realization that survival sometimes asks us to pause the music we love.
Honestly, I feel like Pasko/Paskwa/Navidad/ShengDan/Noel/Christmas never came by and greeted me this past December. People were unhappy, distressed, and saw Christmas as a burden...
Really. Isn't blogging an extension outbreak interconnection elongation of feelings? So this post is dedicated to how I laugh at the I Can Has Cheeseburger network....
