When I moved north, I had not really thought about the expectations I had. At the time of our move, my hands were full with a two and three year old. I expected things would be a little challenging as I would not have the support of my mom; nor the help of the maid who came twice a week to help with housekeeping. I knew we would no longer be living in a house in the suburbs but in an apartment in the city. I expected that it would take time to find work as I had heard stories from my family members who had left South Africa.
The reality of the move, though, was far harder than I had expected. Searching for a job not only took a long time, but became extremely frustrating. Work experience in South Africa was disregarded as the same question was asked: “What Canadian experience do you have?”. Walking to the supermarket and library became a challenge during the winter months when my young toddlers did not want to go out into the icy cold winds. My expectations of living in a safer environment, though, were realised as I have often walked the streets with no fear of being mugged. We feel secure in our apartment and know, if we were to move into a house, we would still experience that sense of security.
We have experienced things that we did not expect in our move to Toronto. However, we have adapted and have come to accept many of the idiosyncrasies of this city.
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© Colline Kook-Chun, 2014
(This post was written for the FMF 31 day challenge hosted by Kate Motaung. Today’s guest prompt is: expect)