I'm a Canadian who was born in Vancouver, and a have been a BC resident all my life. I've never lived further than 20 minutes away from the Pacific Ocean, and always in sight of the Coast Mountains - here in south-western BC: truly the most beautiful place on earth.
I enjoyed the past few weeks more than I ever thought possible. The Olympics, the athletes, volunteers and organisers have inspired me more than I can describe.
I feel so darned patriotic. So proud and lucky to have been born and live in this great country. The flag makes me happy; the national anthem makes my heart swell; and I think that the rest of the world must be jealous. Everyone must want to live here now. How could they not?
I want to wear red and white every day. I want to tell everyone in bloggie land which country I come from, and I fully expect the congratulatory comments to come rolling in. (Tongue only partly in cheek)
This plethora of pervasive patriotic pride is a true delight; it has seeped into my bones, filled my heart, and lightened my soul.
As I ponder this magical and unaccustomed glow a thought strikes me....
Is this how Americans feel ALL THE TIME?
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