I'd rather starve in Newfoundland than live anywhere else
No jobs, no plan, but at least were home
Eleven years ago, I moved away from Newfoundland because my two minimum-wage jobs couldn't keep me from the food bank waiting room.
I was baking bread for a local restaurant at night and by day I was working at a dinner theatre. We didn't have the moneyto apply for a work permit for my American partner.
After a few visits to the food bank, we moved to the U.S., where his work history could do more than all of my half-finished diplomas and myspottyresum combined.
The night I crossed the U.S. border, they asked how long I planned to stay.
I thought there was a six-month window for Canadians to go hang out. With an enormous picture of Dick Cheney smirking at us, the border patrol agent expressed concerns that I might try and stay for longer.
I made a joke about how the country I was leaving had free health care.
Four hours of interrogation later, I was forced to sign an affidavit stating I was not, in fact, a terrorist planning to overthrow the government.
To be fair, we did have a guitar and avacuum cleaner in the U-Haul we were towing, so it may not have been clear that I didn't plan to stay.
Great Netflix selections, but ...
There are some good things about living in the U.S. The immigration process is not that bad if you're white and married to a veteran. You can get virtually anything on Amazon and their Netflix is awesome.
We decided to home-school our kids because I didn't want to check their backpacks for guns. I didn't have as much say in my partner's safety when he took a job teaching English in a border town in Maine.
RonHyneshad it right:You can't eat the air and you can't drink the sea.- Vickie Morgan
The day we decided to move back to Canada, a 14-year-old kid submitted an essay outlining his aspirations for the future. He passed it around to his friends who called him "mental" and they all laughed at it before it was handed in.
He had written about bringing a semi-automatic gun to school, killing the gym teacher he hated and then mowing down the elementary school that shared a hallway with the high school.
He described how he was going to play with the bodies of the six- and seven-year-old dead kids.
When I walked into the border crossing building that evening, the friendly Canadian border agent didn't ask why I was in a rush to get my family back into Canada.
He did, however, offer to let our family stay in a beautiful rental he had available immediately.
Trip to Newfoundland was supposed to be a visit
St. Stephen, N.B.,was a lot like Newfoundland. We made friends there and I even got to play Sonny's Dream for the crowd at the curling club. In short, we had 'erscald.
Canada was a good move for us. We got health care coverage almost immediately and the province'sschool board was happy to have my partner on theirlist ofsubstitute teachers. We had long-range plans to move back home eventually.
Ourtrip to Newfoundland In June was supposed to be just a visit.
I snapped a picture as I was getting off the ferryin Argentia. "Is it OKto cry about leaving before you even get somewhere?" I wrote as the caption.
Dad asked me if I'd be home long enough to get some blueberries.
"No, Dad, of course not, that's not until September."
But then, at about 4 a.m. that first night of vacation, I woke up the father of my children and told him we had to get a divorce. I was frantic.
"I can't get back on that boat. I don't know what I'm going to do here, but this is where I belong and I'm done running away from my home. I don't have a plan and I know this is crazy. But I am not getting back on that boat."
This was not his first encounter with my late-night declarations or hare-brained ideas.
"You could just ask me to move," he said.
No jobs, no plan, but at least we're home
It hasn't been exactly smooth sailing here for us. We came home with no jobs and no plan, so selling a fewbelongings and not getting calls for work shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone, especially us.
My partner eventually got on the substitute list. He's had four days of work in the past four months that he still hasn't been paid for.
Our Canada child benefit is being held hostage at the Canada Revenue Agency and two of our local MPs could have it released in time for Christmas but the parliamentary assistants in their offices keep hanging up on me.
Apparently they're allowed to hang upif a caller is upset or frustrated.
I called the minister of immigration's office and they told me I must have done something to get hung up on but if I could just email them my issues, they'd be happy to give me a call in a few weeks.
I have had lots of interviews for work. My favourite was an on-air jobthat had one other applicant other than me. They had two openings. I still didn't get a call.
It's not exactly the triumphant return homeI imagined when I was away and worried I was ruining the kids' lives.
They didn't know they had hundreds of cousins. They had never heard of storm chips. Our closest friend was Millie the greeter at our local Sam's Club store.
She was lovely but it was nothing like running into Nan's house with the window steamed up from the salt beef boiling on the stove.
Ron Hynes had it right
Last week, I called the Salvation Army to see if it was too late to put our names down for a Christmas hamper. How far we've come in 12 years.
It was of course too late but wouldn't you know that the woman on the phone said she'd found one more application stuck in her desk drawer and put it aside for us.
Maybe we had more money in the U.S. and an Amazon Prime account, and maybe we had a nice house in New Brunswick for our band to practise in, but here I can drive up the road and have tea with my favourite aunt.
My parents dropped by last week when there was a sale on Kraft Dinner and filled our cupboards.
In the pit of my Newfoundlander gut, I know that raising my boys here means they'll grow up knowing how to make the best of everything, and always find ways to survive and to share no matter how little we have.
Ron Hynes had it right:You can't eat the air and you can't drink the sea.
But I'd rather starve here in Newfoundland than liveanywhere else.
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