But of course, let me share with you the events that led up to this great moment in time:
2004. I packed up my meagre belongings and left my home in Kingston, Jamaica. My father drove me to the airport. My traveling route was to fly to Montego Bay on Air Jamaica, and then, continue on Air Canada to Toronto, with a connecting flight to Winnipeg. I checked in for my flight, got my favourite seat, and proceeded to the departure lounge. My flight should have left at 8:30AM. I began to worry when it was past 10:00AM and we had not been called for our flight! Then the next announcement I heard sent shivers down my bosoms! "May I have your attention please. All passengers already checked in on Air Jamaica flight 021 with service to Montego Bay, your flight has been cancelled. We regret the inconvenience." As I sat there, I thought to myself that I will miss my connexion and that would be that. So I darted to the ticket counter to try to get on to the Air Jamaica Express flight going to Montego Bay. It was already full! So then, I began looking into my options: Do I spend copious amounts of the little money I had to hire a taxi to risk killing me to take me to Montego Bay on the double, or do I give up and wait for tomorrow? And then, by Divine inspiration, I had an idea! I had learnt of an Air Jamaica flight going to Toronto non-stop that day. Maybe I could get myself on that flight!!! So I skipped daintily (this was before I learned how to zwiddle desperately) back to the counter and FLUNG myself upon the counter BEGGING the sweet battle-axe on the other side to get me ON that flight, and she did just that! She gave me the last seat available!!! Of course, this was after showing some ham-hock on the side you know. I was desperate!!!
When I was getting ready to land in Winnipeg, I remember wondering where the heck was I! All I saw from the window of the plane was...miles and miles of, farmland! As we were coming in for final approach, I began to see houses and other edifices. My goodness I was in the middle of nowhere!!! And thus, my life in Winnipeg began!
During the two years I lived in Winnipeg, I experienced great joys and sadnesses. After following the instructions to change my status to student, given to me by the International Student Office, they proved to be incorrect, and I was ordered to leave Canada. I appealed of course, because I could not just leave like that. Canada, at that point, was my ONLY shot at a possible career. So, for six months, while I waited for the appeal to be processed I lived in fear of being deported! Every night I went to sleep, I lived in fear of any kind of knocking at the door, or any shadows gliding past my door in the night. I memorized where all the important stuff I'd need in that event, and I was just uneasy for the entire time. BUT, in ALL of that time, something with happening to me that I was not aware of. My faith in God was getting stronger!!!
Eventually, I left the country and went back to Jamaica to the Canadian High Commission there, and got the paperwork all sorted out, and in a month, was able to return.
It was also during my time in Winnipeg that something else that was very strange began to happen. Somehow, people in Winnipeg got it into their heads that, if seasoned thoroughly, I'd roast up, or bake up quite nicely! Thus began the reign of the cannibals!!! I began having bizarre dreams of being chased by hungry, drooling Winnipeggers aiming me into a cauldron, or a vat of a good rub, or something of that nature. They just did not (and still do not) believe it when I said that I was NOT and still am NOT edible, and that even if captured and marinated, I'd be a most unco-operative meal!! Even in my last trip there, there were little kids gnawing on me for dessert!!! AAAAACK!!! But despite all the teeth marks and cinnamon in my hair, I still love this city, and go back to visit every chance I get...in STEALTH mode of course! And, while living there, I made two attempts (one in 2005 and the other in 2006) to establish permanent residency, but to no avail.
2006. Toronto! I packed up my meagre possessions once again and took flight to Toronto. Leaving Winnipeg was very hard for me. It felt like leaving mother!!! But it was time to zwiddle desperately onwards and outwards. I moved to Toronto and continued my quest for establishing myself as a permanent fixture. I was back in school (this time, it was Opera School), and singing up a storm. From that time until now, I have survived one of the biggest immigration scares of my life, rented a room in the home of a hoarder, been treated shamefully by some, but still, my faith continued to grow! Finally, when I made my third attempt to 'emigrate' in 2007, I then went into a very frustrating wait! For two whole years, the only thing I got from them was a letter acknowledging receipt of my application. It got to the point where I nearly gave up because it seemed as if they had either forgotten me, or that somehow, I had fallen through the cracks. With the help on an immigration lawyer, we began to slowly get some answers, and we both did a lot more waiting! But during that time, my faith continued to grow, even though I could not see or perceive it. Every time people would ask me about where my application was at, it would feel like twisting the dagger around in my pork! It hurt! And just when I was at the point of throwing my hands up in the air in defeat, things began to flow. I got a letter requesting police clearances, then medical examinations, and other letters they needed. And then, on Friday September 17th 2010 @ 10:33AM, a letter is delivered to me from the Canadian High Commission in Jamaica! I hold my breath desperately! I turn three shades of bronze!!! I open it, and see *drum roll* THE CONFIRMATION OF PERMANENT RESIDENCE certificate!!! Thanks be to ALMIGHTY GOD!!! Here I am!!
Now do not forget to check out my other bloggy address at http://godivaspot.blog.com and catch up on the specific moments in times leading up to this point. I am sure you'll find it...interesting!
MOI