The key element that keeps us going

Before moving to Canada, the term community held little meaning for me. I associated it mostly with school student or alumni groups, or with social movements, neither of which felt personally relevant. But seven years ago, when Adrian and I left Mexico, my perspective on almost everything shifted, including what community means. Today, in the multicultural city where we live, this term is often used … Continue reading The key element that keeps us going

empty red chair on a garden, clear blue sky

The art of staying still to move forward

It’s been almost a year since I started shifting to a different state of mind. 🙌🏻 It all started when I lost track of when I started spending more than ten hours a day working. For a long time I felt excited every time I took on more freelancing projects on top of my full-time job; so, it became normal to be in front of … Continue reading The art of staying still to move forward

The dry cleaner

We’re about to celebrate our fourth anniversary in Canada. Little by little, we are getting used to running all kinds of errands, which I believe is key to strengthening this sense of belonging to the place we live in. However, stopping by the dry cleaner is still quite special to me. Before the pandemic, I noticed that some of our jackets needed cleaning that couldn’t … Continue reading The dry cleaner

English tests aren’t the real tests!

Almost three years living in Canada, which means almost three years of dealing with my insecurities and learning from this culture as fast as I can. Thank God I finally feel more fluent, confident and comfortable (yay!); but this is not done yet, more immigration processes still need to be done. A couple of weeks ago I did my English test to apply for the … Continue reading English tests aren’t the real tests!

One year later…

A year ago I was full of dreams and fears. My husband, Mr. A, who jumped into this adventure since day one, was carrying with me our four suitcases and two backpacks… nothing else. All I had was a date to start school, the money we brought from Mexico after selling every single thing of our house, and (thank God) a great stress reliever and support: … Continue reading One year later…