This is how my last visit to my family doctor went.
Browsing: Life As An Immigrant
Leaving, travelling, immigrating to Canada—these were all my choices. Choices I’m proud of because they were mine but also choices that affected those around me, and I have to live with this.
Maybe Canada is your dream too. Just make sure you know what you really want.
It’s not just a trip, it’s an existential journey because I’m Feng’s wife, Mark’s mother, because I’m also a sister, a grand-daughter, a niece, and because deep down I’m still a little girl who wants to make her parents happy and proud.
We aren’t a stereotypical family. It’s cool. I can deal with a pause, a curious look, some assumptions.
SOPA is funded by the Government of Canada: it is free to join and access the services offered to permanent resident about to land in Canada.
He was walking fast, hands in pockets, hood on and head down to shield his face from a strong Northern wind that was brining the day’s frigid temperatures to the minus twenties.
There are some aspects of Canadian life I’m rediscovering with pleasure. No, not snow.
“You know what I’ll miss the most?” I told Feng as the taxi was driving through São Paulo’s endless urban maze. “Strangers doing things together.”
I pause at the doorstep. It’s a bit overwhelming, really. Do we really live here? Do we really have a shower, a microwave, a TV, Internet access?
Despite a tough December, Christmas Day delivered the magic we needed.
For many expats and immigrants, seasonal small talk can bring mixed emotions. Indeed, many of us don’t celebrate major holidays at “home.”
As I was drafting the “5 Mistakes I Made in Canada”, I realized that I did make good decisions along the way. May they inspire you!
Moving to a new country is one of these big decisions where your life can get awesomely better, awfully worst or more realistically, waver between these two extreme case scenarios.
A few days before the unavoidable departure, it still feels unreal to think that Monday, we are in France and on Tuesday, we will be in Canada. My brain can’t compute this logical fact.
Every day, I mindlessly reply to questions that can sound very strange out of context and may be puzzling to newcomers.
I’m convinced that one of the reasons why people buy giant houses with finished basements is so that family members can avoid each other after a fight.
While employee turnover rate seems high in the donut world, there is a large group of regular customers for whom I’m pretty sure the “no loitering” sign was invented.
I wasn’t being “reasonable and virtuous”, I just didn’t feel like getting second helpings of some free food I found just “meh” and only ate to be polite in the first place.
Seeing the thermometer stuck at -25°C isn’t what made me want to jump back on a plane. The breaking point had been reached earlier, at Toronto Pearson’s security checkpoint, the morning we arrived.
You’ve settled in. Things are more normal, more predictable. You have a routine. But there are still 5 unexpected little pleasures that every immigrant gets to enjoy every now and then.
Tomorrow morning, I have to go buy a Christmas gift for Muhammad. No, seriously.
Sometime, I feel like I’m pitching Canada to the world. It makes me cringe.