HOW TO IMMIGRATE TO CANADA?

The idea of going on an adventure to seek a better life for you and your family in another country probably resonates in your mind. Maybe you've heard that job opportunities are better in other parts of the world, or you've read or seen somewhere that education is better somewhere. Whether you intend to move somewhere else or not, here you will find accounts of what my family and I have been through in this great adventure in my life that was emigrating from Mexico to Canada. We arrived three years ago. We have been through everything. Good things, bad things, funny things and not so funny. We've learned as we've gone along and we've hit the wall. This is just a little piece of our lives so that those who come after us don't have to beat themselves up and although they say that nobody experiments on someone else's head, maybe our experience can be of some use to you. This blog is an invitation to dialogue. I would very much like to hear your opinions, read your comments and your questions. All your suggestions for topics are welcome. From a very young age I chose writing as a means of communication. I remember that it was very difficult for me to talk to my mum, or my aunt, or anyone really, so I decided to communicate through letters. I always wrote letters to express my love, this might be the most common, but I also wrote letters to show my annoyance (with reasons and swearing haha), letters to ask for permission, letters to tell jokes Writing is my way of communicating with the world. Conflict resolution is always easier for me if there is a letter or a piece of writing involved. I can put my thoughts in order much better and say clearly what I feel without hurting anyone. The expression of love to my husband and children is always through writing. On one occasion, I was working on a monologue to pass a speciality in the Scouts. My advisor had asked me to do a monologue of at least 7 minutes. I started writing the first thing that came to my mind and ended up writing a tremendous drama. It was about a 15 year old girl (my age at the time) who was into drugs, and because of that she had other big problems. My mum, who was used to me leaving her letters for everything all her life, saw the writing and started to read it. Of course she was very distressed, thinking that I was going through all that. I had to laughingly explain to her that it was an invention for my monologue that I would present later on.