Dear Mum and Dad,
Some time late last year, before any of us knew quite where in the world Saskatoon was, I dropped a bit of a bomb on you. There was good news – I got a job! Hooray for me, years of hard work and lab labour paid off! I’m going to earn a real salary and have a real career! You raised me to be an effective adult member of society! But oh, the bad news… It’s in Canada. As in, Canada. I’m moving. To Canada. I’m moving to Canada.