My friend tells me that border security will punch a hole through my drivers license when I pass the border.
I am aghast when she tells me this, because my license is a piece of my identification as a canadian. It’s silly, it’s a piece of plastic, but it’s my identity.
It’s like I am leaving it behind, in Canada. Have you ever moved countries?
You know how some robots look almost human, but not quite human enough? This is Seattle. It’s still the west coast and it looks almost like Vancouver, with a mountain in the background (in the photo above), but I know better. I have no friends here.
The point of this is that I am now realizing the gravity of what I have to give up, to pursue my next job in the states.
Is it worth it? I don’t know yet.
I will be getting a new ID card, a new identity to define me. I might have to be less nice, in the USA.
I read that I will be considered a minority race and gender in Seattle.
I research the mountains where I can go skiing or mountain biking.
I have been browsing the American news sites for the past month.
This is a chance to start fresh, to make my mark, to not let my past define me. I will always be me inside, and no hole punches can take that away from me.
Goodbye for now, Canada.
I wrote the above when I was expecting to move. Now that I have finalized everything, I wanted to share a bit more about what happened.
I view 14 apartments in 2 days. I arrange the appointments so I tour the city in a circular shape and leave 15 mins between each one.
However, I drive into Seattle by accident and wait in 45 mins traffic on a highway to drive back to Bellevue (a small city to the north).
I put in so much work to optimize my route and did not account for human error. But, Bellevue is such a small town that I complete all the Bellevue viewings in one day, so I only had 4 viewings the next day.
There is nothing in Bellevue. There’s no nature, no interesting restaurants, nothing but highway and houses.
I end the day satisfied with myself, and disappointed in the plain city.