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What's in a name....

Nicknames,I think it fair to say, have many differing opinions on whether they are a sign of endearment or of disrespect. Both are true, depending on whom is assigning the nickname and the intent behind it.


I have always been particularity fond of having nicknames, obviously from family and friends of whom love and respect me. 
Many nicknames have stayed with me since childhood. To this day, to some, I am not Sheena. 


Rather,I am Beana, Beanie, Sheenie, Sheens... there are quite a few others. Those others, are a little embarrassing and must be understood in context of the story in which they were birthed :)
*cough* Dolly *cough* ;)

What I enjoy the most about being given a nickname, is that it means you have left an impression. Often times it indicates that you have found a place in someones heart and whether it is out of a funny moment, embarrassing moment, a very evident/dominate character trait etc. when given, these nicknames have a way of making one feel valued, even if they are slightly embarrassing.

Maybe it is just me.
Maybe I am way off on this one
But for me, I love having nicknames.

Since being here I have been given so many nicknames and each time I am addressed by one my automatic response is to smile and I feel honoured.

Here is the current list of names in which I have been given thus far.

> Sheenanagins (Sheena + Shenanigans)
> #CC (Crazy Canadian- well earned if I must be honest ;)
> Sheen-dawg
> Sheena Beana (The ever faithful nickname that has been with me always)
>Mamma Sheena
>Masheena (Machine + Sheena)

There are a few others, but in saying all this the one things in which I want to make known, is that this year has been the best decision I have made. 
Even in the sacrifices and difficulties of it all, it is made evident to me how grateful I am for this year and how much I love it, every time someone calls me by a nickname. 
The power in it, gives me strength in the moments I find most difficult in missing home. Each time I am addressed by a nickname reminds me, that even though I am far from my roots,family and friends, I have gained family and friends in the new place I am now in. 

I am overwhelmed by love, friendship and so much more in both places. Thanks to all of you, who choose to love me, flaws and all, and have made both leaving home and making a new home such an incredible experience. 
                                                                           
Proof that I have earned my own hashtag nickname! 


 
   

       


                                  

                                                                                                                           

        


                               








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