Today is Canada day..
I have been here for almost four years.
The first year in Canada was a nightmare..
I couldn’t cope with the rain. I missed Malaysian food. I hated this place and started to count down the days that I had to stay here to obtain the Canadian citizenship.
I didn’t have a car in the first year.Surprisingly with all the rain, None of the bus stops here have a covered shelter and I remember standing in the cold rain with three kids everyday and waiting for the bus. There was one particular moment I can never forget. My children wanted to go for a movie and we checked the bus time online before going to the bus stop. It was raining cats and dogs that day and the bus was supposed to come at 12.30. It never came..There was no place to sit and baby was crying. I carried her hoping and hoping for the bus would come any minute. It wasn’t easy to carry a four year old and hold an umbrella ( not to mention a heavy backpack with all the popcorn and drinks). My jeans was soaking wet from baby’s boots. I just wanted to go back home, but I couldn’t handle my children’s disappointment, so we stood there.. in the rain for an hour and a half! In a way I was glad it was raining, at least my children didn’t see me crying!
I also remember all those days I had to walk my children to school while carrying baby on my back. There was no way baby could walk 1.5 Km each way X 3. ( Morning to drop Yaya and in the afternoon to drop toothless and in the evening to fetch both of them.. Each time you would see other parents driving up and down the road and I used to wish and wish that someone would offer a ride.. If wishes were horses !!!!
Second year was a lot better than the first year. I started to enjoy the seasons, loved the double double coffee from Timmy’s.
Third year was the best.. I learned to live like a Canadian.
I survived..Achieved my goals, met new friends, visited more places and learned so much… But more than anything, I fell in love with Canada.. and I am pretty certain, one day when I had enough of travelling ( Is it possible? I think so !) I will come back here!
I read all most all posts..now after reading the whole “Ramayanam” i couldn't find it out where is “Raman”? Where is your husband?..hope u don't mind..sorry if i ask personal question..
Ya i have the same doubt as Kripa. I also have another doubt. Is this really your life story…or simply writing all this..i'm confused. Did you have so much problems in your early days.
Why are you moving from Canada?