Today

Today I find out if this country I’ve been living in sin with for the past three years wants to make an honest woman out of me.

If they say yes, I get to pay another $500 (on top of the $500+ we’ve already invested into the quest for permanent residency) for a little green piece of paper that says I can legally work and pay taxes (but not vote, don’t worry) within Canada. Also, I’ll be able to stop paying over a thousand dollars per class for international tuition at my university, which means we’ll finally be able to afford for me to take more than three classes per semester, which means I maybe might graduate sometime before the Second Coming of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ (though no one really knows when that will be, so it’s all just speculation in the end).

With my paltry qualifications, any job I can scrounge up will pay so little that it will take me years to pay off what we’ve already paid just to be able to work and pay it off.

Irony can be so cruel that way.

Anyway, wish me luck and a kind immigration officer.

I’ll need both. And probably a shot of hard liquor (or at the very least a DDP), if I know what’s good for me.

Anyway, if everything goes according to plan, today is my last day as merely a visitor to this country. By this time tomorrow, I may well be a resident, at last legal to work.

Which means tomorrow might be my last morning to sleep in guilt-free with a good excuse as to why I’m not out in the workforce contributing to our household economy. I’d better take advantage of it.

Time’s a-wastin’.

About Camille

I'm Camille. I have a butt-chin. I live in Canada. I was born in Arizona. I like Diet Dr. Pepper. Hello. You can find me on Twitter @archiveslives, Facebook at facebook.com/archivesofourlives, instagram at ArchivesLives, and elsewhere.
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