Some things are just different down here. I hope I’m not different. When last I left you, my garden was starting to grow and I was still waiting for my Green Card. Today, I have zucchini growing to sizes I didn’t know zucchini could be, and I have my Green Card. Not only that, but… Continue reading Taste wars: Canada and America tee off in caramel test
This should have been us today: OK, slight role reversal. Gerard Depardieu is playing my character and Andie MacDowell is in the role of My American. Also, we go without the subterfuge, since we were in love from Day 1. In any case, when we left the U.S. Federal Court House in downtown Spokane this… Continue reading More waiting
Today is my last day driving for a couple weeks. My B.C. registration and insurance expire at midnight, and I’m not ready to be a full Washingtonian just yet. Oh, I’m ready ready but I don’t have all my ducks in a row, which feels strange for me. I went to the local SSA office… Continue reading Grounded
I’m already starting to struggle. It isn’t my new hometown, although that brings with a collection of challenges. It isn’t sharing residential space with my soon-to-be husband. I am not allowed to work. No job, no freelance contracts, no contentcheap labour farms. I am not allowed to work. Say that out loud, slowly. Not. Allowed.… Continue reading A new definition
Did January even happen? One day, I woke up and it was February. And here I am, living south of the 49th and fully ensconced in My American’s house in Spokane, Wash. With a deadline of April 25 to get married.