Today – 72 days after my first application, 60 days after that horrible day in Croydon and 45 days after my second application – I was finally granted a 30-month leave to remain by the British Home Office. It was not at all like I had imagined... I didn't see the email come in. Edward … Continue reading Congratulations, it’s a visa!
WARNING: Political rant ahead. I will try and not make this a habit, but this rant was too long for Twitter and most of my Facebook friends are French-speaking Canadians with a very limited idea of what Brexit is and what it entails for foreigners living in the UK so… here I am. Yesterday morning, … Continue reading The Absurdity of Brexit
Every Thursday afternoon, I leave the office early and walk (or run, occasionally) along the riverbank path toward one of the most beautiful parks of the city – my therapist office is just off a service road crossing the park, almost hidden behind the lush vegetation. I couldn't imagine a better-suited place for a therapy … Continue reading Therapy Thursday
Last weekend was Canada Day and the country's 150th birthday. On the same day last year, we had just received the keys to our new house and I was still getting my head around a new job so the festivities – or their absence – went unnoticed. This year, however, we had plans for grand … Continue reading Being Canadian
This time last year, I had just moved to England and was barely getting settled in. My passport displayed a freshly stamped, shiny new visa sticker and I was a few days away from picking up my BRP card – giving me the right to live and work in the UK for two years. When … Continue reading Immigration Anxiety