So I am moving to Canada ???.
Saying it out loud makes it very, very real. Two days ago, Facebook reminded me about where I was two years ago, and very honestly, that was the day I began to consider creating a new life for me, one that I was an active participant in, and that I was saying Yes to regularly. Two years ago, I was involved in driving mass retrenchment for the company I worked for at that time. Two big challenges I faced with that process was how random we chose the people who stayed or left, and how little their pay packages were. Also, Nigerian legislation on retrenchment of workers is non-existent and highly unfair, so a lot of companies take advantage of that gap.
I was struck by the injustice of it and at the end of that day, I cried long and hard in my hotel room. I was the exact replica of George Clooney’s character in the 2009 movie- Up in the Air; only I wasn’t enjoying driving the exits or the exit packages.
So my moving to Canada is a manifestation of the vow I made two years ago to never find myself in a situation like that, that I was that powerless against. And here we are, literally counting the hours until I get on a plane, fly for 18 hours to arrive in ❄❄❄❄ freezing Toronto. My boyfriend keeps reminding me about how I’ll miss the heat and sunny skies of Lagos, but lying here, in bed, right now, as I type up this blog post, in darkness and with the neighbour’s generator breaking into the silence of dawn; maybe the cold wouldn’t be so bad.
