Well, here I am… back in Canada. In truth, I’ve been here for three weeks. I came home six weeks early because, like many affected by the pandemic, I was certain my flight home in July would be cancelled. (Spoiler alert, it has.) Air Canada was and still is, the only airline to be repatriating Canadian citizens, and when I looked at their website for flights in July I was looking at paying $2000 for a flight home. I also knew if I left early I wouldn’t have to pay rent back home as I’d be living with my parents, and I could start working to save for my ancestry visa much sooner. And, that’s what I’m doing. With the health surcharge going up by $2000 in October my goal is to be able to apply for my visa by the end of September. This means, however, that the latest I can come back to the UK is the end of December because I can only apply three months before I go. This isn’t ideal because it’s right around Christmastime and I’m imagining there will be a second wave of the virus at that point, however, if it will save me $2000 I’m going to try. At least I have a job waiting for me when I get back.
I’ve been slowly adjusting back to Canadian life. To my family’s amusement, my Britishisms in my speech are still very prevalent. My mum chuckles when I say ‘jumper’ instead of ‘sweater,’ and they do prefer ‘aubergine’ over ‘eggplant.’ As much as it’s good to be back with my family, I do miss London dearly. I know now that’s where I’m going to settle. When I move back, it will be for good.