I just realized it's been almost 10 years since I became a stranger in a strange land. Well, I'm not that much of a stranger anymore, and the land isn't (and wasn't) all that strange anyway. But those 10 years have passed quickly. Much has happened, and much more will.
This might be hard to believe: I have no yearning to return to Canada to live out the rest of my days. I do miss some people. I do miss some things. But I haven't felt homesick for the old country. I haven't planned, even as an exercise, a trip back there.
I call Canada the old country and not home like some people in my position are wont to. Why? Because New Zealand is home. I think it was the moment I stepped off the plane at Auckland airport back in 2012. And I wouldn't change that.