OMFG is right. This whole thing has not registered yet. I am right now just working my routine. Just keep doing my stuff like before. Coming to work is the best part because I get to tell people who have watched walk the thorny path that now I am walking on level ground. (that was last week - this a draft).
People are saying I look radiant as well as, oh well radiant. That is because ALL stress is gone. Gone, gone, gone. Now it is just switching from stress mode to stress free mode...
Yeah I am waiting for somebody to throw a party. I'll attend.
Thank you for being so happy for me. Everybody reacts differently to news like this. Main deal, I have a citizenship in Kenya and a permanent residence here...I can come and go as I wish...I have to find out if I can vote. (No I cannot and I cannot be voted in either Hmmmm) The care card will be permanent, no more work visas and temporary resident renewals. No more stress in my head.
I thought I was fighting to stay and really I was fighting for the freedom to come and go. Thank goodness I was trapped in a large country. I went as far east as Halifax for a month...2001. I went with my girlfriend that I had dated prior for a year. We met at the mental hospital. We were both patients...yeah...been there done that.
I feel that all my affairs are in order. I just have have to keep up with the house and laundry in the nest couple of weeks and get down with the gym in February.
The examination interview on Tuesday had us waiting for about 10 minutes which got me doubting everything and not tell my Beloved. I listened to my ipod and freaked. We got called into a room, a room I have been to before many times under different circumstances. Then the lady Officer Lori Wilson (the winking lady), asked me to check if my names were spelled correctly. Then I saw it in capital letters, "CONFIRMATION OF PERMANENT RESIDENCE..." and I was like "OMG!" as loudly as I could. The Officer was shocked and she asked what was wrong and I said nothing and Beloved was speaking for me that I am excited and I said I am dramatic and she said, "Please don't do that to me..." We all laughed.
Then she asked me if I have ever been asked to leave Canada and I said yes and asked if that affects my case and the Officer said no, and wrote something on the confirmation form.
She then explained to me that when I get the permanent resident card, I should go the Social Insurance Number place and get a number that doesn't begin with 9 and then she asked me to contact the Care card people.
Then she told me that ALL the time I have spent in Canada amounts to a year towards citizenship. In two years, I can be a Citizen of Canada. But until Kenya allows dual citizenship, I am remaining Kenya. Kenya is discussing this issue and if the bill passes, then I will have two countries OMG! Something to look forward to. Until then, I will permanently reside in Canada and keep Kenya as my home...that is where I would love my remains to rest...
Eventually, I will be a Canadian Citizen regardless...
She told me that I can be deported if I am not present three years in Canada out of five. I could also be deported for committing a serious crime and she added that they are not worried about me. I have never felt so settled in my job here. Thanks Ted for your co-operation in the long run and the last few steps near the end. The serious part.
The she asked me if I had any questions.
I asked her if other immigration officers who had dealt with my case were still there, Elizabeth, Stephanie, Christine...she gave me an answer and then she asked if I had any other questions and I asked her when I was going to pay...she was shocked because she thought I had already paid...see, when the refugee board looked at my life, they said I was untrustworthy and unreliable. Now I was proving otherwise.
Ryan paid $490 for my landing...used to be close to a thousand dollars...
Then she asked me if I had any defendants in Kenya and as I recalled my dead daughter, I said no.
For those who are not happy for me, most of your forefathers immigrated here. They were pioneers and so am I. Give me a chance please...
The end!
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