Fingers crossed please!
#16
Re: Fingers crossed please!
Well, not in the spirit of the other thread at all, Montreal is nice for sure, so knocking not going on here, but Toronto is rather more vibrant and, cliche as it may be, it has a good deal more exposure to the rest of the world than most places in Canada. Which is a good thing.
To repeat, Montreal also has its charms and its problems. If life had taken me there I would likely enjoy some of it.
Edit: Et je parle francais assez bien.
To repeat, Montreal also has its charms and its problems. If life had taken me there I would likely enjoy some of it.
Edit: Et je parle francais assez bien.
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Re: Fingers crossed please!
I think right now, YYZ would probably settle for being a YYC, YEG, YHZ, YUL, YOW or YVRlover if it got her to Canada faster. One you've got PR, and Canadian work experience, it's much easier to change jobs.
#21
Re: Fingers crossed please!
A member of a neo-nazi party got a mandate in a neighboring city. That area has more of them. The woods around where we are, were used for the neo-nazis to practice war skills during the nights. That has started up again, since the last election. I hear machine guns at night.
And there is more but on a private level. November can't come fast enough.
#22
Re: Fingers crossed please!
Ok, this is going to be a long one so you get the full picture.
The only way I can describe it is that it is the first place I felt at home.
I grew up commuting between southern and northern Europe. I never got a chance to settle and develop roots. Add to it that I never felt I belonged in either place.
I was 18 years and 5 months old when I sat on the Canadian Pacific flight from Boston to YYZ on November 11, 1983, looking out the window coming in for landing and my heart skipped several beats. It was dark and the city lights sprawled beneath my feet welcomed me. I was in love before the plane touched ground. I stayed for 4 months and loved every single minute of it. I have loved Toronto ever since.
January 2003 was the first time I got to see Toronto again with my own eyes. I was on board a KLM flight from Los Angeles, heading back to Europe. Despite what the inflight rout screen showed I was told we were not going to fly over Toronto. A few hours in to the flight (I'm in an isle seat and can't see out) something beckons me to get up and walk to a door and look out the window. I did and started crying. I new exactly which city was below. As much as I was in the air I was at home.
A year later I finally put my feet on Toronto soil and I couldn't have been happier. Everything smelled the same, the sounds where the same, I found my way around the city, on foot like I had not left it. Everything was the same except for me. I was different. I was much happier, relaxed, productive, confident. Basically the person I know I am and can be. With every visit it is confirmed that it is the way. My friends (there and here) even my family, all say I'm different - in a positive way - when I'm there.
Normally I get itchy feet within two weeks of taking a flight and can't get to an airport fast enough. In Toronto I get panic attacks coming close to the airport because I don't want to leave.
There is a flight with Continental on November 11 that would take me to Boston change to Air Canada and land at about the same time as that Canadian Pacific did and it would be exactly 27 years. I'm thinking about booking it although going straight with Air Canada would be a better option as I could change the return.
And I've been offered to do a job that day and two days later. But I think I might turn that down.
The only way I can describe it is that it is the first place I felt at home.
I grew up commuting between southern and northern Europe. I never got a chance to settle and develop roots. Add to it that I never felt I belonged in either place.
I was 18 years and 5 months old when I sat on the Canadian Pacific flight from Boston to YYZ on November 11, 1983, looking out the window coming in for landing and my heart skipped several beats. It was dark and the city lights sprawled beneath my feet welcomed me. I was in love before the plane touched ground. I stayed for 4 months and loved every single minute of it. I have loved Toronto ever since.
January 2003 was the first time I got to see Toronto again with my own eyes. I was on board a KLM flight from Los Angeles, heading back to Europe. Despite what the inflight rout screen showed I was told we were not going to fly over Toronto. A few hours in to the flight (I'm in an isle seat and can't see out) something beckons me to get up and walk to a door and look out the window. I did and started crying. I new exactly which city was below. As much as I was in the air I was at home.
A year later I finally put my feet on Toronto soil and I couldn't have been happier. Everything smelled the same, the sounds where the same, I found my way around the city, on foot like I had not left it. Everything was the same except for me. I was different. I was much happier, relaxed, productive, confident. Basically the person I know I am and can be. With every visit it is confirmed that it is the way. My friends (there and here) even my family, all say I'm different - in a positive way - when I'm there.
Normally I get itchy feet within two weeks of taking a flight and can't get to an airport fast enough. In Toronto I get panic attacks coming close to the airport because I don't want to leave.
There is a flight with Continental on November 11 that would take me to Boston change to Air Canada and land at about the same time as that Canadian Pacific did and it would be exactly 27 years. I'm thinking about booking it although going straight with Air Canada would be a better option as I could change the return.
And I've been offered to do a job that day and two days later. But I think I might turn that down.
#23
Re: Fingers crossed please!
Ok, this is going to be a long one so you get the full picture.
The only way I can describe it is that it is the first place I felt at home.
I grew up commuting between southern and northern Europe. I never got a chance to settle and develop roots. Add to it that I never felt I belonged in either place.
I was 18 years and 5 months old when I sat on the Canadian Pacific flight from Boston to YYZ on November 11, 1983, looking out the window coming in for landing and my heart skipped several beats. It was dark and the city lights sprawled beneath my feet welcomed me. I was in love before the plane touched ground. I stayed for 4 months and loved every single minute of it. I have loved Toronto ever since.
January 2003 was the first time I got to see Toronto again with my own eyes. I was on board a KLM flight from Los Angeles, heading back to Europe. Despite what the inflight rout screen showed I was told we were not going to fly over Toronto. A few hours in to the flight (I'm in an isle seat and can't see out) something beckons me to get up and walk to a door and look out the window. I did and started crying. I new exactly which city was below. As much as I was in the air I was at home.
A year later I finally put my feet on Toronto soil and I couldn't have been happier. Everything smelled the same, the sounds where the same, I found my way around the city, on foot like I had not left it. Everything was the same except for me. I was different. I was much happier, relaxed, productive, confident. Basically the person I know I am and can be. With every visit it is confirmed that it is the way. My friends (there and here) even my family, all say I'm different - in a positive way - when I'm there.
Normally I get itchy feet within two weeks of taking a flight and can't get to an airport fast enough. In Toronto I get panic attacks coming close to the airport because I don't want to leave.
There is a flight with Continental on November 11 that would take me to Boston change to Air Canada and land at about the same time as that Canadian Pacific did and it would be exactly 27 years. I'm thinking about booking it although going straight with Air Canada would be a better option as I could change the return.
And I've been offered to do a job that day and two days later. But I think I might turn that down.
The only way I can describe it is that it is the first place I felt at home.
I grew up commuting between southern and northern Europe. I never got a chance to settle and develop roots. Add to it that I never felt I belonged in either place.
I was 18 years and 5 months old when I sat on the Canadian Pacific flight from Boston to YYZ on November 11, 1983, looking out the window coming in for landing and my heart skipped several beats. It was dark and the city lights sprawled beneath my feet welcomed me. I was in love before the plane touched ground. I stayed for 4 months and loved every single minute of it. I have loved Toronto ever since.
January 2003 was the first time I got to see Toronto again with my own eyes. I was on board a KLM flight from Los Angeles, heading back to Europe. Despite what the inflight rout screen showed I was told we were not going to fly over Toronto. A few hours in to the flight (I'm in an isle seat and can't see out) something beckons me to get up and walk to a door and look out the window. I did and started crying. I new exactly which city was below. As much as I was in the air I was at home.
A year later I finally put my feet on Toronto soil and I couldn't have been happier. Everything smelled the same, the sounds where the same, I found my way around the city, on foot like I had not left it. Everything was the same except for me. I was different. I was much happier, relaxed, productive, confident. Basically the person I know I am and can be. With every visit it is confirmed that it is the way. My friends (there and here) even my family, all say I'm different - in a positive way - when I'm there.
Normally I get itchy feet within two weeks of taking a flight and can't get to an airport fast enough. In Toronto I get panic attacks coming close to the airport because I don't want to leave.
There is a flight with Continental on November 11 that would take me to Boston change to Air Canada and land at about the same time as that Canadian Pacific did and it would be exactly 27 years. I'm thinking about booking it although going straight with Air Canada would be a better option as I could change the return.
And I've been offered to do a job that day and two days later. But I think I might turn that down.
#25
Re: Fingers crossed please!
Holy cr@p!
It took me until now (straight after I posted that long post above) to respond to the company because I've had a family emergency to deal with. They just responded that they are more than willing to go for an LMO. They are actively looking for someone to fill the position ASAP so no guarantees that the job is still available when I get over in November. I believe october 21 will be two weeks of advertising.
It took me until now (straight after I posted that long post above) to respond to the company because I've had a family emergency to deal with. They just responded that they are more than willing to go for an LMO. They are actively looking for someone to fill the position ASAP so no guarantees that the job is still available when I get over in November. I believe october 21 will be two weeks of advertising.
#26
Re: Fingers crossed please!
Holy cr@p!
It took me until now (straight after I posted that long post above) to respond to the company because I've had a family emergency to deal with. They just responded that they are more than willing to go for an LMO. They are actively looking for someone to fill the position ASAP so no guarantees that the job is still available when I get over in November. I believe october 21 will be two weeks of advertising.
It took me until now (straight after I posted that long post above) to respond to the company because I've had a family emergency to deal with. They just responded that they are more than willing to go for an LMO. They are actively looking for someone to fill the position ASAP so no guarantees that the job is still available when I get over in November. I believe october 21 will be two weeks of advertising.
#27
Re: Fingers crossed please!
Ok, this is going to be a long one so you get the full picture.
The only way I can describe it is that it is the first place I felt at home.
I grew up commuting between southern and northern Europe. I never got a chance to settle and develop roots. Add to it that I never felt I belonged in either place.
I was 18 years and 5 months old when I sat on the Canadian Pacific flight from Boston to YYZ on November 11, 1983, looking out the window coming in for landing and my heart skipped several beats. It was dark and the city lights sprawled beneath my feet welcomed me. I was in love before the plane touched ground. I stayed for 4 months and loved every single minute of it. I have loved Toronto ever since.
January 2003 was the first time I got to see Toronto again with my own eyes. I was on board a KLM flight from Los Angeles, heading back to Europe. Despite what the inflight rout screen showed I was told we were not going to fly over Toronto. A few hours in to the flight (I'm in an isle seat and can't see out) something beckons me to get up and walk to a door and look out the window. I did and started crying. I new exactly which city was below. As much as I was in the air I was at home.
A year later I finally put my feet on Toronto soil and I couldn't have been happier. Everything smelled the same, the sounds where the same, I found my way around the city, on foot like I had not left it. Everything was the same except for me. I was different. I was much happier, relaxed, productive, confident. Basically the person I know I am and can be. With every visit it is confirmed that it is the way. My friends (there and here) even my family, all say I'm different - in a positive way - when I'm there.
Normally I get itchy feet within two weeks of taking a flight and can't get to an airport fast enough. In Toronto I get panic attacks coming close to the airport because I don't want to leave.
There is a flight with Continental on November 11 that would take me to Boston change to Air Canada and land at about the same time as that Canadian Pacific did and it would be exactly 27 years. I'm thinking about booking it although going straight with Air Canada would be a better option as I could change the return.
And I've been offered to do a job that day and two days later. But I think I might turn that down.
The only way I can describe it is that it is the first place I felt at home.
I grew up commuting between southern and northern Europe. I never got a chance to settle and develop roots. Add to it that I never felt I belonged in either place.
I was 18 years and 5 months old when I sat on the Canadian Pacific flight from Boston to YYZ on November 11, 1983, looking out the window coming in for landing and my heart skipped several beats. It was dark and the city lights sprawled beneath my feet welcomed me. I was in love before the plane touched ground. I stayed for 4 months and loved every single minute of it. I have loved Toronto ever since.
January 2003 was the first time I got to see Toronto again with my own eyes. I was on board a KLM flight from Los Angeles, heading back to Europe. Despite what the inflight rout screen showed I was told we were not going to fly over Toronto. A few hours in to the flight (I'm in an isle seat and can't see out) something beckons me to get up and walk to a door and look out the window. I did and started crying. I new exactly which city was below. As much as I was in the air I was at home.
A year later I finally put my feet on Toronto soil and I couldn't have been happier. Everything smelled the same, the sounds where the same, I found my way around the city, on foot like I had not left it. Everything was the same except for me. I was different. I was much happier, relaxed, productive, confident. Basically the person I know I am and can be. With every visit it is confirmed that it is the way. My friends (there and here) even my family, all say I'm different - in a positive way - when I'm there.
Normally I get itchy feet within two weeks of taking a flight and can't get to an airport fast enough. In Toronto I get panic attacks coming close to the airport because I don't want to leave.
There is a flight with Continental on November 11 that would take me to Boston change to Air Canada and land at about the same time as that Canadian Pacific did and it would be exactly 27 years. I'm thinking about booking it although going straight with Air Canada would be a better option as I could change the return.
And I've been offered to do a job that day and two days later. But I think I might turn that down.
Good for you! Now get your butt over HERE asap!
#28
Re: Fingers crossed please!
Holy cr@p!
It took me until now (straight after I posted that long post above) to respond to the company because I've had a family emergency to deal with. They just responded that they are more than willing to go for an LMO. They are actively looking for someone to fill the position ASAP so no guarantees that the job is still available when I get over in November. I believe october 21 will be two weeks of advertising.
It took me until now (straight after I posted that long post above) to respond to the company because I've had a family emergency to deal with. They just responded that they are more than willing to go for an LMO. They are actively looking for someone to fill the position ASAP so no guarantees that the job is still available when I get over in November. I believe october 21 will be two weeks of advertising.