When David and I left the ship we pretty much had free range over where we wanted to live. While we did consider factors of friends and family, economy was probably the biggest influence. Knowing that I was going to be the sole breadwinner until his permanent residency application is approved, I needed to know I could make a decent salary – and fast.
We chose Calgary.
And I don’t think we could have made a better decision. Within a couple weeks of getting here I managed to land a couple jobs and get more than my fair share of job interviews and offers. Now, you must understand, while I come somewhat qualified in a few areas, I don’t come overly qualified for anything in particular. I have a… dynamic resume; let’s put it that way. I’ve had a variety of different jobs that seemingly have nothing to do with each other, and yet, have a lot of transferability.
I went to a career fair a week ago and the employers then made it clear to me that it was an employee’s labour market in Calgary (no surprise there.) It seems no one is able to get the people they need in this town. Everyone is hiring! And new businesses are almost desperate, which proves fortunate for anyone looking for work.
So I’ve got a job, we’ve got a place to live, and things are coming together rather quickly. I must say, after a year of ship life, I’m actually grateful to be able to cook, clean and be back under Canadian Labour laws. Unfortunately, I didn’t get much of a holiday after 6months of non-stop work, so a trip to Europe is in order for the fall. Ohh, how sad for me… (I’m kidding, that’s sarcasm.)
There is always bumps and grinds when planting my feet on solid ground again, but this one is coming along a lot smoother than anticipated. I have a lot to be grateful for, and I’m determined to not forget that.
God, it’s good to be home.