Well, it’s official. As of today, I have lived in this country for 20 years. That’s right, 20.
To be honest, I don’t really know how that makes me feel. In the weeks coming up to today, I had thought maybe to go out and get drunk or something, but turns out I went out with my oldest son for some good Indian curry instead.
Nobody said anything. I don’t think anybody even realized it was a special day for me. I asked my wife last Monday if she knew what today meant for me and she had no clue then promptly forgot about the whole thing.
Oh well. Another day, another dollar… (or yen, or whatever…)