But beware, the 2-month landmark is not far away. It creeps in on you before you have had time to blink. Once 2 months have passed, you still have that apartment and you still have the superpower to commute. But you are also 'still' gloriously unemployed and your bank account has fast depleted. There is nothing to guard you from the friendly Canadians who find pleasure in instilling the fear of the impending winters. This is the period of misery before the misery; the storm before the real storm. The fear of losing everything and having nothing.
Why are employers not lined up to welcome someone as smart as me? Where did all the money go when I have only bought the bare necessities [a turntable is an absolute necessity]? How will I survive far beneath sub zero temperatures without a $800 down parka and a heated car? Where do I go from here? These are just some random questions that start living in your exhausted mind almost permanently.
I came here for a better life. I came here so that no-one would stare at my boobs if I walked down the street without a dupatta. I came here to be safe from terrorists. Now if I have to stay here and survive, I need to keep myself safe from myself. Hopelessness comes and goes, as does hope. And then I tell myself, it's only been two months. It's only been two months. It's only been two months.