On Moving to Canada

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It has been 9 days since I have touched down at Vancouver International Airport. It has been 9 days since I have been an official landed immigrant and permanent resident of Canada. It was and still is a big move. Moving out of the country is a very big sacrifice because I have to leave my other family and friends and live with just my parents. But I think I can move on.

Living here in Canada is very much different from living in the Philippines. In the Philippines where pollution is very much evident, here, I can freely breathe the air without thinking of being infected with TB. I live in the high parts of Canada, at Fort St. John, and I like it here. This is like my ideal home. Our house is near the church and the grocery store and you can just walk around the neighborhood. It’s like a one big subdivision. But on my first night here, I felt really uncomfortable. It was really quiet. I was used on hearing loud music and neighbors talking with each other loudly even in the wee hours of the night. But here, there wasn’t even any crickets that I could hear. Top that with a really loud tinnitus and I felt like I’m having a silence overload. Thank goodness I’ve been starting to adjust slowly and hopefully this tinnitus will go away.

The weather here is good. Unlike back home where it was still summer, a really hot summer, when I left, here, it’s really cold. It’s still spring and summer is just around the corners. Since I was used to the hot weather, i was like weather-shock here. Before we arrived here at FSJ, we had to ride another plane from Vancouver. From the inside of the airport, it looks really hot outside. The sun was brightly shining and you can actually imagine its piercing heat. But when my dad and I went out of the airport to go to the plane, IT WAS FREAKING COLD! You can’t really feel the hot rays because of the cold.

There are lots of Filipinos here in FSJ. On our second day, we already had a Filipina visitor (thank goodness a Bisaya) and in the afternoon, we had a picnic at the Beatton Park with more Filipinos and some of the children. I have only befriended one Filipina close to my age. There were other two guys but I haven’t really befriended them. It’s really fun and so far, I have been to three houses of Filipinos and just ate there. If back home it’s called a fiesta, here it’s called a dinner. We once hosted these dinners and my mom cooked three viands. I told here, “Mom, in the Philippines, this is already a fiesta or a birthday. But here, it’s a dinner”.

I have also gone to their grocery stores to buy some stuffs. I’m still not familiar with the value of money here. Like for the coloring pencils, it says like $4. I’m like, “Wow, that’s cheap” but when I converted it, it’s like PhP160. What?! But then I’ve tried to stop converting. I still have to learn really the real value of money and if what I’m buying is worth the price. I have time for that.

For now, it’s still my mom that’s working for us.  My dad has applied to some jobs and we’ve yet to hear from them. For me, I’m still looking. I saw this museum summer job and I really want it. I love history and I think that this is a great opportunity for me to learn while working. But it isn’t that easy. I don’t even know how to make a cover letter. I want it to be good and worth reading and I’ve been spending a lot of time working on it as well as correcting my resume. Finding job is tiring but can also be fulfilling if I get it. Oh I really hope I do.

Well that’ still much I can say about living here :))

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