When I woke up this morning, it was raining. I turned on the TV, and the news said it was snowing in Calgary. I miss it, seriously. I prefer snow to rain.
When I cook in the kitchen, I often turn on the TV but don’t pay attention unless it says something interesting. One day, TV news said “…suspects moved from Nova Scotia to Ontario by vehicle…” I was not paying attention, and thought “how the hell can it happen?” While I was not paying attention, “Ontario” sounded like “home”; it has been one year since I moved to Hamilton. But, what I unconsciously imagine is “home” is located on the east side of the Rocky mountains. I mistakenly thought “how the hell can they move from Nova Scotia to Alberta in one day by vehicle?” Although it’s been four years since I left Calgary, similar things often happen in the same situation. When TV news say “Blue Jays”, I unconsciously imagine players in red uniform bearing a big “C”.
I am planning to apply for Ontario Provincial Nominee Program to apply for permanent resident, which means I intend to live and work in Ontario. This seems the most feasible option to stay in Canada for me. Ontario will be my home for the near future.