The fat lady sings

After much debate and emotion, my husband finally jumped onto my sinking ship. He agrees with me now that this Canadian immigration process is the worst mistake that we have made. We both agreed that sitting around waiting endlessly, especially, when there is no light at the end of the tunnel is futile. We have done our time in prison (i.e., Canada) and now it was time to actually move forward with our lives.

After we carefully assess our options and specifically lay out what we want our lives to be like (and no, sitting in Prison waiting, is not it), we decide that perhaps it is time to make a break for it and run for the border. There is no point in waiting for CIC any longer. I already know that the medical exams performed in November 2005 expired 1 year after. I know that the criminal checks have expired as well. These items will be 2 years old when and if CIC get around to picking up my file again and with my experience with the friendly immigration officers, its not likely they are just going to waive those away. We decide to let the Canadian immigration process run it's course, not unlike a bad infection, but there is little point in trying to prod movement out of it.

So, in this new light of possibly getting our lives back again, I look back to the U.S. and start my search for a job. My husband and I will switch seats at the table and I will sponsor him into the U.S. and leave Canada far, far behind. Unfortunately, the only difference is he will have to wait in Canada strictly for financial reasons. The way I feel now, I don't even want to come back to visit as I don't want Canada to have one penny of mine. Additionally, if CIC decided to drop a Permanent Residence card in my lap right now, I would probably use it to start a fire.

The fat lady is singing, but she hasn't quite finished her aria.