There are plenty of attitudes I can’t stand in North America, but this is the Canada I’m proud of—kind, welcoming, helpful and understanding.
Browsing: Life As An Immigrant
If I out myself as a Canadian, I know I’m about to be quizzed.People have comments about France, but they sure have a lot of questions about Canada.
Please, tell me I’m not the only one!
I made many mistakes over the years, especially when I first came to Canada. Maybe these “lessons learn” can help you?
The couple, a man and a woman, were sidewalk experts. That alone was noteworthy. But then, something strange happened.
What did you learn as a traveller or as an immigrant? What learning experience was the the most useful to you?
“Please, don’t call the police!”
This is the first thing she ever said to me when, one evening, I passed her on the pathway leading up to Madison Park, one of the neighbourhood’s playgrounds.
I have an accent. Scratch that—I have accents, one in every language I speak.
I’m not selfish, uncharitable or useless. Also, if you call me names, you’re an ass and if you make it to Canada, I hope the hockey team you may end up supporting loses for five seasons in a row—alternatively, I hope you lose a glove on a very cold day.
Every day, I receive two of three emails or comments from strangers asking me to map out their destiny.
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!