When I first was able to fill in A-C-T-O-R for the occupation line on my passport, that was the first time I really felt, 'Wow, I'm home.'
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Every job feels like my first.
I traveled nonstop in 2009, so when my son popped out and my passport expired for a while, I felt more than happy just to be at home here in Canada.
My first occupation was to map the country.
I get very homesick, but otherwise it's a great privilege to get to travel for work.
It's pretty physically unsettling, living life on a visa.
It began to dawn on me that perhaps my country needed me more at home than overseas.
I wanted to figure out a way of living where I didn't have to be in an office every day.
I try very hard not to take work home, but it can be tricky. Sometimes it feels as if you are wearing your costume underneath your own clothes! I suppose things are always ticking away in the back of your mind.
In the '70s I was in exile; every time I went back I wondered if they'd take my passport away.
My fairy-tale life ended the moment I wanted to apply for a passport.