For my family history, I actually do not know to much about the origins of my family. Of the very little that I do know however, I do know that my dad's side of the family came to canada during the great famine of Ireland that had occurred in 1841 to 1851, do to the fear of disease and starvation. Again, however, I do not know the exact reason. I do know that if my dad’s family had stayed in Ireland that there would have been a large chance that I would not even be alive today.

However, I do know a bit more about my mother's side of the family. From the top of my head, I can remember that my grandfather was a war baby, or a child that was born during World War 2. He has told me that he doesn’t actually remember much from that time other than that the effects were still felt there after the war for the coming years. My grandmother was born in Germany seven years prior to my grandfather's birth. I know next to nothing about my grandma’s early life. I do know that she was a wet nurse in her later years. They both eventually met and got married within the said year that they had met. They eventually emigrated to Canada for new opportunities.

My grandpa, while in Canada, described it as a “nice and quaint country full of opportunities”. And he along with my grandmother took advantage of said opportunities and had taken on a whole slew of jobs ranging from air force personnel to fire fighter for most of his time, to eventually a bus driver. My grandmother had actually taken up the job she previously held and had opted to become a wet nurse once again. They eventually had two kids with my mother being the eldest of the two, from what I was told she was a worse trouble maker than me, from egging houses all the way to puking off the Eiffel tower on a cop car. Eventually she had met up with my dad through a few friends and that hit it off pretty well. Fast forward until my mother and father were 27 and had their first of three absolutely monstrous troublemakers, my older brother. Fast forward another year and a half and the angels, or devils depending on who you ask, named Erik and Jake were born as twins.

However, there are times in when I wonder what my life would have been like if I was born in Ireland or England. I believe that my life would not actually be to different to what it is like now as while there are many things different between the Canada and the other two, living conditions are not that much different. The biggest difference would be that I would be far less likely to be employed by any business as statistically compared to Canada there is around a 90% less job opportunities available. On the plus side however, I have I much less chance of being murdered, so thats a big plus I guess. I would also be earning less money if I were to be employed at a job in Ireland. I would also be using far less amounts of sources of power such as electricity and oil.

If I were to be living in Ireland, I would be living a life around the same as my current life in Canada, only I would most likely be unemployed and be living with a tiny bit less amount of stuff that I have today. If I were to live in England however, it would actually be quite similar to living in Ireland with the comparison to the sources of power being used. Employment would be about the same with Canada, so I would most likely have a job if i'm comparing to my current life here.

One of the biggest differences would be that I would actually be making, in comparison, a lot less money in the long run compared to my earnings now, about 10 percent less. In other words, while I would be living a similar life as to now, I probably wouldn’t be owning as much as I have acquired now.

If I were to compare my current life living in Canada to another me living in ether Ireland or England, it wouldn’t actually change that much other than a small difference in earnings, I would probably not be employed in Ireland though.

If It Were My Home. Andy Lintner, www.ifitweremyhome.com/compare/CA/GB. Accessed

    25 Jan. 2017.