Disclaimer: This story is strictly based on facts, and nothing but facts. Any resemblance to the family referred to, is totally intentional and not co-incidental. It is a personal account of our journey to Canada as new immigrants. If anyone we bump into along the way, finds himself or herself mentioned in the pages below, please know that your name will be changed to respect your privacy so kindly do not cancel your dinner invitations.
In a world littered with blogs, I have often refrained from writing one myself. Who has the time to read? Why should they? What if they dislike my writing and call me names? What if they disagree and I get death threats? Will I lose my job (if I get one)?
To make matters more difficult, there are plenty of blogs on the subject that I have chosen to write on – settling down in Canada. Why should someone drop their newspaper and browse through my blog instead?
After several cups of coffee, sleepless nights, rounds of meditation and levitations later (okay, I haven’t levitated yet, but at this rate, I promise you I will one day), I arrived at a verdict.
My story is different so there is a reason to pen it down. While others immigrate to this great land in search of a better life, we have dared to leave behind a fairly affluent life to settle in to washing dishes till death do us part.
Why? Are we weird? Yes, without doubt. But in our own defense, so are most path breakers.
Einstein had a weird hairdo. Christopher Columbus gave up his Royal Paela before he set out with tinned foods to see the world. Newton spent his whole life preoccupied with an apple. After, he left the world, he was reborn as Steve Jobs (my theory), and continued where he left off, redesigning the ‘Apple’.
Moral of the story: to discover something life changing, you have to ‘think different’.
In our case, it was goodbye to a good life to say hello to something better.
We said goodbye to the beautiful plastic roses in our Bangkok living room to say hello to live grass here. We bid goodbye to the concrete jungles, smoke, dust and pollution to breathe clean, fresh air here. We said farewell to the fragrant spices and curries that we loved so much to say hello to butter drenched muffins and maple syrup.
Most of all, we said goodbye to a fantastic International School education for my daughters to have them power their CVs with a brilliant university life here.
So what if we didn’t have a stable, expat job at the top of the corporate ladder in Canada? We were educated, qualified and experienced.
That would be easy, right? Right?