...since I haven't actually made it to Montreal yet. In fact, I'm sitting here staring at the stack of forms I need to mail in to get my Temporary Resident Visa (a stack currently full of post-it notes reminding me what I still need to do, get, or prod the Tiny Canadian Wife into writing for me). But it seemed like the right time.
And since nobody's reading this blog, it doesn't matter that it's mostly full of panic that Canada will decide not to let me in, even though I've been married to a Canadian citizen for over three years now, and every time they've let me in before now, I've left when I was supposed to. And we just rented an apartment in Montreal. And the wife is calling her old job to see if she can come back temporarily while she looks for something that isn't clerking at a depanneur. And I should have mailed these forms a month ago, but this sometimes happens when you have a handful of chronic physical and mental health problems. (I'm still working on accepting that.)
An intro post will be coming soon, but right now I need to get back to my paperwork....
