Hey, y’all. I hope you’re all doing well as you read this. I wanted to give you an update on how life’s been for me lately. Be prepared to get bored to tears with this one because it’s pretty long-winded. I’m going to do my very best to keep it brief.
Honestly, where do I even begin? I don’t even want to talk to anyone about this. But then again, I never had anyone to talk to, to begin with. I guess I’ll just cut right to the chase. I’m in pretty rough shape. I’ve been living in Canada for the better part of the past 6 years, and my dream of settling here looks very bleak at the moment. After two consecutive refusals on my post-graduation work permit (one at the beginning of the year and one a couple days back), I’m left with no legal authorization to work or study further, thereby rendering me out of status in the country. I’m not going to get into the details of the rejections, as that info is irrelevant. The big caveat is that there’s a strong possibility that I may have to voluntarily leave the country and fly back home. Having already paid half of the tuition for the diploma program in nursing and continuing care that I had planned to do, it’s starting to feel like a complete mess and potential waste of time and money, considering the fact that I’m just a sitting duck and not being insulated from the egregious consequence of leaving Canada for good. The only sliver of hope for me is to apply for a temporary resident permit (TRP) on humanitarian and compassionate grounds. By acknowledging past rejections, why they took place and how I’m resolving my current immigration conundrum in the eyes of the Canadian government, I’m holding on to the naïve hope of them seeing things from a much broader perspective and maybe approving my request for a TRP.
I completely understand that to some, this situation may seem too trivial to contemplate, and as such, I’m trying not to make a big deal out of this myself. However, this is just one of those things where you feel like your entire world is going to hell in a hand-basket, and you can’t help but associate this setback with the worst things imaginable. Maybe this is the universe’s way of telling me that I fucked up in the past, and this is my penance. Maybe I’m in over my head. There’s a whole lot of ‘maybes’ that are moshing inside my head. Right now, I’m staying focused on my health and well-being by working out, eating right, and praying as often as possible for the strength to get through this trying time. This may come off as selfish to some as everybody has a natural propensity to think that they’re the right ones in their stories, but I think that accepting things for what they are is letting God know that I’m resilient and not giving up on my dreams, regardless of how distant they may be.
Thank you all for taking the time out of your busy lives to read the ramblings of a random stranger like me. If any of you are curious about how my situation pans out, I’m going to keep you apprised right here. I hope you all have a blessed day and have fun. You only live once. 🖤🙏