• Life in Canada

    6 Months in…

    It’s been six months since I’ve been living in Canada.

    Six months since I packed up everything that had been familiar to me, said my farewell and moved to a country that I had never even visited before.

    It may sound crazy but the move was years in the making and I was being welcomed at the airport by my lovely husband so there was no need to give it a second thought.

    This was the beginning of the rest of my life and I was anxiously excited to get it going.  

    When I think back at the past 6 months I can hardly believe so much time has past. I feel like the time is just flying by. I’ve settled into my new home and I was fortunate enough to get a job within a month of landing. All things considered life has been good to me and I am happy but I’d be lying if I said I’m not homesick.

    My new life, as much as I love it, has been a major adjustment for me in every single way. Back in Jamaica I lived alone in my own house, now I live with a husband and our rent is 4 times what I use to pay for my mortgage (the cost of housing here is ridiculous!). Now I have to make considerations not just for me but for him and for us as we learn to accommodate each other in what was previously his space.

    Back in Jamaica I had the liberty to just stop by my mom if I didn’t want to cook and there would always be food, now there’s no mommy around and I can’t just feed my husband cereal 5 days in a row because I’m too lazy. so my chef skills are certainly improving!

    I was a boss at my previous job! I say this with as much humility that I can muster. I loved what I did for a living and the opportunity it gave me to teach and mold some of the best minds in entertainment and experiential marketing in Jamaica, here I’ve been fortunate enough to find a job in my field but I am starting from scratch… here I have to convince people I have the skills I spent 7 years honing!

    But the greatest adjustment of all for me has been highly personal. Back home I felt like I knew who I was. Here I spend my days trying to figure out who I am becoming. How do I let go of things I once believed and things I once loved and open my heart and my mind to becoming someone new without feeling like I’m losing the very essence of my being?

    That question weighs heavily on my heart and I am yet to find the answer.