My childhood was a bit strange.
When most kids were going to school and making friends, my family and I were traveling around different countries.
I was born in Canada but I never lived there.
When people ask where I’m from, I secretly want to ignore them or create an entirely fictional background story to avoid explaining the real details.
So I’m Canadian… but not really!
I remember one time my family and I spent an entire year living in a mobile home driving around Spain and Portugal.
My dad would park the camper in parking lots near beaches so he could busk at the restaurants that dotted the coastline.
It was the six of us in the camper, 4 kids, all boys, and my parents.
We did this all over the coast of Spain and Portugal. We we’re always on the move…