Yesterday, I watched an Indian father and white mother push their child on a swing. They were at the playground, along with a family where the mother was oriental, with a white father.
I was the only person who even looked twice.
On Sunday, people from 31 different countries and cultures took their oath, and became citizens.
I see them all the time too.
The middle eastern woman who processed my SIN application. The Indian bus driver. The Irish fence installers who work on our projects.
Different races and immigrants are everywhere in Canada. Every job, every level of government, every street is like the United Nations.
But they're all Canadian, and no one but me looks twice.
It's taking some time to adjust to this non racist society, after the racial tension of South Africa, but I truly love it.
I love the fact that my daughter is going to grow up with kids of all shades, who all share the same national identity. I love that myself and my husband are judged purely on our actions. Now. Not a system that died before we could vote.
It's just one of the things I am discovering, and enjoying, about my new home. There are others, but it's odd that I had to travel 15,000 kilometers to find the rainbow nation, isn't it?