Last Dash to the Finish!

Well, we're getting really close folks. Tonya and I completed our medicals in support of our Canadian immigration application this past week. By all accounts, we passed. Barring a late flunking of the blood test for syphilis, that is.

Priscilla is flying up from Big D later this week to complete her examination. Once that's done, the results go to Ottawa for final OK, then off to Los Angeles to get married up the the rest of our application.

The best part is that for our immigration classification, completed medicals precede final approval by as little as a month. Which means if we're lucky, we could have our landed immigrant status before the end of the summer.

Fingers crossed, if you please. Next stop, the tattoo shop for my Maple Leaf insignia!

It's Official: I'm Back in Radio!

All right, so it's not like I'm next in line for the Howard Stern Show or anything. But this week I completed my volunteer training at CJSW, our local college radio station here in Calgary.

It's an important milestone because before new volunteers get to touch any of the cool equipment and such, they have to attend the orientation sessions - four hours in total spread over two consecutive Monday evenings. The sessions deal with the station's history and mission, as well as the various departments and funding process. There's also a comprehensive tour, including the broadcast booth.

There are several things for volunteers to do at the station. For instance, summer festivals are a big part of station promotion, so there are booths to man and event planning to help out with. There's also news gathering and production, web site and social media support, and music library. That's where I'm helping out.

As you can imagine, a radio station has to process lots and lots of music coming in from record labels, independent artists and other sources. I'm helping to catalog and categorize all this music (CDs and vinyl primarily, but also archive materials like reel-to-reel, carts and DATs) and put it away in the library for all the show producers and staff to easily access.

I'd like to get the opportunity to do my own show at some point, but for now patience is the key. Plus, being the organizational guru (OK, neat freak) that I am, I'm providing a valued service to the station whilst learning the ropes at the same time. How cool is that?

If you'd like to join me as a CJSW volunteer, it's very easy to do and a most worthwhile use of your time. Both U of C students and community members are welcome, so what are you waiting for?

Catching the Wave

Last night Tonya and I experienced another dose of Calgary culture first-hand, reaffirming my great affection for this city's arts community. We attended the first annual Calgary Latin Wave, a petite film festival featuring the year's best movies from Latin America. The festival is a joint venture between Fundación PROA and the Calgary International Film Festival.

We were privileged to see The Secret In Their Eyes (El Secreto De Sus Ojos), which won this year's Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film. It's an amazing work from Argentine director Juan José Campanella and was shown in Spanish with English subtitles.

The movie is simply amazing. Campanella's creation features a compelling story, fascinating characters and a great score. There are scenes of unspeakable violence, sardonic humour and a touching, understated love story that interweave effortlessly throughout the film. Rarely have I been so incredibly pleased at watching a movie. Our fellow patrons applauded vigourously at the conclusion, which is something you don't often experience at a cinema these days.

And the fact that the festival was so well done, and right here in our back yard, made it all the more enjoyable. As this was the first year of the festival, next year is not yet a certainty. But the showing we attended was very patronized by our fellow Calgarians, so here's hoping they return again next year!

One Step Closer...

This week, I set up appointments for medical exams for Tonya, Priscilla and me in support of our Canadian immigration application. This is a big deal, as it is the final step in the process before receiving our Landed Immigrant status - or "Green Cards" to use the US parlance.

There are a number of ways to apply for permanent residency status here in Canada. The traditional way is to apply directly to the federal government using a point-system which looks at education, profession, language skills, etc. to establish a basis for admission to the country. It's a self-directed plan than can take several years and is mainly designed for people who are still living in their home country.

In additional, there's an employer-based program which allows companies to nominate foreign workers here legally on short-term work visas to become permanent residents. It's much faster (12-18 months) and I applied initially under this program while working for ATCO. The downside is it's tied to a specific job with a specific company, so if you change roles or employers you have to start over. Which is exactly what happened to me when I joined Suncor last spring.

Fortunately, Canada launched a new, self-directed program recently called the Canadian Experience Class or CEC. It allows people who have worked legally (i.e. hold a work visa) in Canada for two or more years to apply directly for permanent status. Since I easily qualified for the work piece, I started the process last fall.

The application forms are painstakingly detailed. We all had to catalogue our complete US residency history (including addresses and dates) as well as work history since the age of 18. Imagine how many times a 40-something couple have moved and changed jobs in 20+ years! We also had to obtain FBI criminal clearance as well as clearances from all state law enforcement agencies in every jurisdiction we've resided in since age 18. Whew!

Once all the documents are prepared and submitted (and healthy fees are paid) the government finally starts their piece. It's taken six months, but the fact that we've been requested to do our medicals means we are close to the finish line. Medical exams are the final step and are required to insure we don't carry diseases which endanger public health or create a drain on the health care system. Which is ironic, since we've been living here and participating in the health care system since 2006 - go figure!

If all goes well, we should have our permanent status confirmed in the fall. Once we are declared "landed immigrants" we can petition for citizenship in two years, provided we are not deported for hooliganism in the interim! So, step by step, we are approaching our goal: dual citizenship and two passports. Which can only mean one possible celebration: Cuban vacation - here we come!!!

Back "Home" in Calgary

Thomas Wolfe's protagonist George Webber in You Can't Go Home Again said so eloquently "You can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood ... back home to a young man's dreams of glory and of fame ... back home to places in the country, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time — back home to the escapes of Time and Memory."

That may be true, but it sure felt like a homecoming of sorts for yours truly upon landing in Calgary last evening. Sure, the weather was a pale reflection of the tropical magic of Mexico. By all accounts, it has been rubbish around here all spring long, or what has loosely passed for spring. Based on all the rants from my friends and colleagues, this has been the spring of our discontent (with apologies to John Steinbeck).

But home to me isn't about temperature or humidity or precipitation. Home is a state of mind where one finds comfort, purpose and a sense of belonging. I have definitely found my place here at the intersection of the Great Plains and the Rockies, under a big sky. So, for now, Calgary is home. 

There's also something more deeply profound that I discovered about myself during these past few months. I like - no I love - being a foreigner, a stranger in a strange land if you will. Let me attempt to explain.

Sometimes I feel an extreme sense of liberation and freedom in NOT belonging to a place. For me, there is great comfort in anonymity and the ability to move without tether or shackle. Maybe it's an ability born out of necessity due to all the moving I've done since my teenage years. Or maybe, conversely, I've done a lot of moving in a vain attempt to scratch an unseen itch.

I don't fancy myself a loner - I certainly enjoy the fruits of society - music, art, culture of all variety. These are clearly things made by my fellow creatures. But I always feel a bit like I'm on the outside looking in. It's hard to describe, but being a visible foreigner (not quite Ausländer, as I never felt unwelcome) in Mexico for over a month gave a real sense of being on the field, but not really in the game. It was an interesting sensation of being able to move freely and observe people without really being a tangible part of daily life as most people probably know it.

Living in Canada is somewhat similar in certain respects, save the obvious one: it's a lot easier for me to pass for Canadian. And, I suppose in a country with a large immigrant population, I have as much right to "feel" Canadian as someone from China, Kenya or Pakistan who now lives here. So the next step in the immigration process will prove interesting: will I feel any more or less like this is indeed my place, my home once I get my green card or ultimately my citizenship?

Time will tell, as it does in all things. But this little piece of the puzzle now has a place to fit in, and I am left feeling thankful for the time to come to this clarity of mind. My "sabbatical" has a couple more months to go, so who knows what gems await discovery by careful eye and patient hands...?