Life experience of immigrating to Toronto, Canada and London, England

When I first immigrated to Toronto, Canada three years ago, I was envious when I saw those office workers with coffee in their hands on the street. Especially in the city center, the high-rise buildings with the intersection of classical and modern styles, people shuttling through the streets, mixed with the fragrance of coffee, constitute a dynamic picture. And my goal is to become a part of this painting and integrate into the life here as soon as possible. I work in finance in China. I knew before I came that it was not easy to find a bank job in Canada, so I planned to apply for a school while working. One day, I saw an advertisement for a company clerk in a Chinese newspaper, so I followed the address. The proprietress comes from China and speaks Mandarin. After a few words, she asked me to come to work the next day.

Although the salary is not high, I am very excited to find a job in just two weeks. On the way to work on the first day, I smelled a strong coffee aroma in the subway station. Although I don't want to buy a cup, I also have an indescribable warmth, and I feel like an office worker who shuttles through this coffee fragrance.

This company deals in the wholesale of daily necessities such as napkins. My job is to collect money and print delivery notes. The company's business is very good, and customers keep coming. I work from 8: 30 in the morning to 5: 30 every day, and I don't rest on Saturdays. I only give 15 minutes for lunch every day. The proprietress is exquisite, but she is unambiguous in scolding people. When I got off work, I walked out of the company door in a hurry, swearing, saw a blue sky, took a long breath, and always remembered a song called "Days in Liberated Areas". So, every morning, I cheer myself up in the coffee smell in the subway station, increase my confidence in dealing with this hectic and abusive, and find some relaxation and comfort in the coffee smell after work.

My husband is a computer worker, so it is difficult to find a job. Although I was prepared before coming, I was somewhat lucky. If I am lucky, I may not be able to find a job soon. He spent half a day learning English in LINC's class and half a day posting his resume online. After trying for months, luck still didn't come.

His savings are decreasing day by day, and he is also anxious. He told me that I would rather work. I can't insist. As long as I have a part-time job in our family, you must insist. If English is not good, let's make up English; If the technology doesn't work, make up the technology. If reading helps you find a job, go and study.

Once, he was so anxious that he bought a Chinese newspaper and applied for a job in labor. I applied for a position in car washing. I called the voicemail. When I wanted to leave a message, I found that the mailbox was full. Now he has given up the idea of working, and concentrated on taking some computer certificates and applying for schools.

Fortunately, we rented a one-bedroom apartment and didn't share it with others. Although it's more expensive, we have our own space. Although all the old furniture was picked up or bought at the flea market, the layout was very warm. Outside the window are cherry blossoms, apple trees and sometimes dancing squirrels, which bring some interest to her husband's boring life.

I only worked for a month, and then I changed jobs several times. It was not until I found out that I was pregnant when I was an assistant in a law firm that I did it with peace of mind. You also need to take the subway to work in the office. It is also the beginning of a busy day in the smell of coffee in the subway station. I look forward to a bright future for myself and my husband, and I look forward to bringing my parents to Canada to enjoy family happiness. Really happy, very beautiful!

The owner of the law firm is very capable. He only hired three people, but he arranged everyone's work around, which was very efficient. I heard that the business volume is bigger than some firms with more than a dozen people. The clients are mainly from China. They seldom speak English, but all the correspondence documents are in English. I feel that my reading and writing ability is obviously improving, and I am inevitably a little proud.

In the late pregnancy, I feel ashamed that I can't stand it. When business is busy, sometimes lunch is not until two or three o'clock. When my hands are shaking with hunger, I have to concentrate on the documents at hand, because the time for submitting documents is stipulated and the boss has assigned tasks to everyone. There is no other way but to insist. After work, I was dragging my tired body and waiting for the bus at the subway station with a big belly. I smelled the fragrance of coffee, but I felt very bitter in my heart.

By the time the child was born, my husband still didn't find a job, but he received admission notices from several universities and all of them gave full scholarships.

We decided to let my husband go to school, and I took my son back to China for a while. So, my husband moved to London, a small town, and studied at the University of Western Ontario. My son and I boarded the plane back home. On the way home, our car had an accident and fell into a high valley. I suddenly lost consciousness.

A few days later, I woke up in the hospital bed and learned that I had multiple fractures all over my body and my lungs were injured. Fortunately, my son only suffered some skin injuries. During more than two months in the hospital, I thought a lot of things in my mind every day. My parents' meticulous care made me feel the long-lost affection, and my son's smiling face brought me the joy of being a mother.

But somehow, what strikes me most is Canada. When I was in Canada, all I dreamed of was going back to my home. Now that I'm at home, why do I want to go to Canada so much? In the pain of treatment, the cherry trees in front of our apartment window, the lawn, my husband who is studying at his desk, my colleagues who work with me, and the busy subway station full of coffee fragrance often flash in my mind? Have I made it my home these two years? I can't answer it myself. I just want to go back.

Three months later, my son and I also came to London.

In this quiet and beautiful town, our family of three lives completely? Get something for nothing? Husband gets a scholarship, I get EI, and my son has milk money. We bought an old car, and my husband was tired of reading, so the three of us went for a ride in west London.

Is London worth it? Forest city? Good reputation, there are many lush trees, small houses hidden among the trees, like a fairy tale world. The wind blew, as if taking everything away, leaving only inner peace.

We live in the dormitory of the school, which is specially prepared for students with children. The conditions are good, but the price is very cheap. There is also a cherry blossom in front of the house, dark red. When the weather is fine, I put my son on the trolley and walked through the road with scattered petals to the nearby shopping center.

That mall is also full of coffee. Most people who drink coffee are old people. I like to smell the coffee and see their friendly smiling faces. Of course, life is not carefree. The one-year master's program is very fast, and my husband still has to face the pressure of employment. After maternity leave, you have to choose whether to continue working or going to school. We reluctantly sent our children back to China and started a new round of job hunting under the leadership of our parents.

Just in the semester when my husband was about to graduate, he found a job as a computer major in Toronto through the recommendation of a friend. The dream job came, but he was not particularly excited. I understand his feelings. That kind of effort has finally paid off, and everything seems so natural.

Encouraged by him, I spent half a day learning English, sending out resumes and practicing interview skills, and finally found a job in a bank two weeks later. So I canceled my study plan, started my own business in the bank, worked during the day and taught myself financial courses at night. At the same time, the busy life has also alleviated the pain of missing my son to some extent.

Half a year later, we came with our parents and son and bought a house. Although it is only a house in a small town, the shape of the pink exterior wall and roof is exactly the same as my dream home for a long time.

During my lunch break at work, I will occasionally buy a cup of coffee in a nearby cafe, find a window seat and enjoy myself in the afternoon sunshine. In fact, the life of immigrants for more than three years is just like this coffee. The first bite is bitter. Try it again, and you will always taste its sweetness and fragrance.