The Day My Brother Moved to Canada!
Today has been an exciting day. My little brother arrived in Vancouver…to live! Chris (my brother) and his girlfriend, Holly, came to visit me during my first summer here in 2011, and loved Vancouver so much that they decided to move here too. The minor fact that Holly was born in Canada, and is the proud owner of a new Canadian passport, also featured heavily in their decision to head to the West Coast. Chris was not so lucky, and had to go through the arduous process of applying for an IEC visa when they (finally) opened in February. This is the same visa that I applied for three years in a row, however this year’s process was unfortunately much more complex. Even so, he received his visa in early April and they made the big decision to quit their jobs, move out of their apartment, and jump on a plane. I went to meet them at the airport armed with a jumbo Canadian flag and matching sunglasses/springy-headband-thing. Their flight landed early, Chris was the only one in line for immigration, and they’re now safely in my apartment until they move into their first of two summer sublets next week.
Whenever I tell people that my brother is moving out to live in Canada, the first question I receive is ‘don’t you mind?’ I don’t think he will be offended if I admit that the first time I heard the idea I was a little unsure. Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, they walked into mine. However much I tried to pretend that ‘this is my life, not yours’, I was really excited to have another member of my family living in the same country as me for the first time in two and a half years, and the first city as me in more than eight. I was able to help him prepare by answering questions, doling out reassuring advice (or sometimes not) and viewing apartments on this behalf. Chris’ visa runs out in June 2014, though they’re hoping to stay much longer than that. It’s nice to know that someone else will get to experience everything I love about Vancouver, and at least we’ll be together for our first Christmas away from Mum and Dad.