It's official. I am now a Canadian citizen! The scheduled date for the in-person citizenship ceremony clashed with the day I arrived in Australia with my sister for a two-week trip to visit family. I received an email for a new date for the ceremony via Zoom. Not the same thing at all.

There’s a man, an angry man, older, not from here. He hates it when we park here — park at the back of his shop. Sometimes we sit longer than we should, waiting for our children — blocking the spaces for customers. Most of the time, we try to be quick. Five minutes max. That’s what’s been asked of us.

When I was very young I only ever wore dresses. Not skirts. Dresses. I can still remember some of them. At least I think I can. There was the short, purple, flowery one with long sleeves that I loved to wear when I was about 3 years old.

Remembering the last house my grandmother lived in, a house that fitted into an awkward corner made by two roads in a town by the sea on the North Norfolk coast.

A short tale of mistaken identity.

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