My grandparents were immigrants in the 1940s. They came over with friends, helping with money, finding each other jobs and letting each other stay in their homes until they were able to stand on their own two feet. They worked hard and built businesses, learnt the language and intergrated into the new culture whilst also still celebrating their own. I guess it was a different time but the fact that they came over as a group of friends that grew, sweated, cried and laughed together, made it a lovely experience for them. Thankfully they weren’t escaping hardship, abuse and oppression as such, more like they were searching to broaden their minds, hearts and souls and to travel a road less travelled. It makes proud to know that I come from a lineage of brave and adventurous people 🥰
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