A year ago today I moved to Canada. A year ago today I picked up everything I owned (or at least everything I hadn’t given or thrown away) and stepped onto a plane to take me out of my country of birth and across the pond. I had two suitcases – one big, one small – and had sent a few packages of comics and yarn ahead of me, and that was all. With years of hardship and angst trying to get my Permanent Residency all disappearing into the aether I finally made it to the place I love to be with the person I love. Permanently.
This day has been coming for a while and I have been thinking about it a lot. So much has changed in that year and in the years that lead up to it that I barely feel like the same person. Before I left the UK I did some serious realignment of my brain in the form of some excellent behavioural therapy so coming to Canada with that leg-up made everything a lot easier. It’s hard enough emigrating; imagine trying to do that with the pressure of OCD on top of it. My mind is ninety percent free from that bullshit now and the world is a lot easier to navigate.
My knitting skill has come in leaps and bounds too. I remember last time I was in Canada back in 2012 I cast on a Damask shawl twice and failed both times; I just couldn’t get the hang of it. Yet when I cast on the same shawl on Tuesday with some yarn I bought days before leaving the UK, it seemed simple. I’ve already finished the border.
There are things I miss about the UK. Most of it is chocolate but also the family I left behind (those I still have contact with) and the friends I miss. I know Canada is the place I’m happiest but there are still memories and people I cherish and think about a lot.
All in all moving to Canada was the best decision I ever made and now that I can stay forever it’s been a thrill to start putting down some real roots and making plans for the future, something that was stunted when I was still in England. It’s an exciting feeling.