I set off for the good ol' USA last week, heading to the desert for a job interview. Going through U.S. immigration at Pearson Airport, the U.S. immigration officer asks me what I was doing in Toronto. I explained to him that I married a Canadian and was stuck in the immigration process for almost 2 years. He laughed and said, "Canada doesn't want you. You are not from the Middle East, you speak English, and you seem educated." He remarked that he had transferred to Toronto voluntarily from Phoenix because he thought it would be 'nice' here, but soon found out he was wrong and next opportunity, he was going to transfer back. I had to laugh.
I arrived safely back in Canada after a one night stay with absolutely no troubles. The Canadian immigration officer asked why I was in Toronto and my pat answer, to visit family and friends, seems to satisfy her. All she asked me was how long I was staying and where these friends and family lived. She stamped my passport and I was on my way. This is the first stamp I have ever received at the airport, go figure.
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Hi Delicia! I found your blog through roadtocanada.com and really enjoy reading it. My husband and I are in the same, but opposite, situation as you, lol. He is Canadian, and after two years of dealing with US immigration (and have the price more than double in that time) we have given up and are going to try for Canadian PR for me. We're moving to Ontario next month. I'm going to miss Starbucks so much. Think of me when you're drinking a cappachino, lol. I hope you have more luck than we did. Good luck!
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