On the road again, just can't wait to get on the road again

I accepted a position in the U.S. and I am ecstatic. I am also frantically trying to find a way to get there prior to my start date and have those other little luxuries lined up, such as a place to live, transportation to and from work, school for The Kid, and all those other fun things. I restarted my life completely over 2 years ago. I gained absolutely no ground in those 2 years, in fact, I think I went backwards. Now, I get to do it again.

I have a huge list of to-do's to get done over the next week. I have to close bank accounts, get school records, figure out what to pack and what to leave behind, find an apartment in the U.S., finish my background check with the new employer (the final piece, the drug screen, is scheduled for Monday), and the list goes on.

I will not miss Canada nor anyone or anything in it or associated with it. It is my goal in life to avoid purchasing Canadian products or products made by Canadian companies. I will also never return and never drop one of my tourists dimes in this UCSR (Union of Canadian Socialist Republic). This is one time I will burn all my bridges and not only set them alite, but take an axe to them and chop them into tiny little pieces which I will run through a wood chipper, then set alite. No, I am not angry about these last 2 years at all.

Sneaking into Canada? No problem!

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.