My story is similar to yours Pat, but under different circumstances. When I first came to Canada I was only on a two year work permit, within the two year term of the work permit I could migrate onto another scheme that would give me a nomination for residency, but there were no guarantees. So with that in mind I decided to dip my toes in the water. I packed up my job at Mercedes and went driving again for a cowboy outfit that would let me work all the hours I wanted, I wasn’t selling anything in the UK before coming over, so I needed a few quid to live on and keep everything ship shape at home until the money started rolling in.
I did this for a couple of months and managed to save a couple of grand. I didn’t need a fortune as I had accomodation sorted out in Canada, so I left the Wife (or girlfriend as she was at the time) and jumped on a plane with a few cases and a couple of grand in my bin. Then came the rollercoaster ride, first of all it was all very exciting, I was going to be trucking all over Canada and The USA in a Kenworth That was a high, no doubt about it, but first I had to get my licence. The training at Big Freight was laughable, it took nearly a month and I spent most of my time teaching myself the important parts (the pre trip and air brake sections) while the fat git of a trainer spent the morning falling asleep in the passenger seat of the training truck as the other bloke doing training at the same time went joy riding around town (the situation was reversed in the afternoon) but I passed my test first time and, after a week of orientation, was on the road. This was not a moment to soon, as the accomodation I referred to earlier amounted to a blow up bed in a cupboard (seriously )
I spent my two grand on a laptop and the Love Machine (my old Lincoln) and got down to the business of earning money, sort of, as I’ve said many times before, the job at BFS was a disaster, I had been fed a pack of lies, it was the worst job I had, by far. So I packed it in and got on to the firm I’m with now. Things started to look a little better now, I was working at a good place, earning decent money and I managed to get work to keep me running so that I had my time off somewhere down the road, so instead of a lilo in a broom cupboard, I stayed in motels or the truck when I had my time off and did some sightseeing along the way, things were looking good now.
That Christmas I flew back to England, the girlfriend and I sat down and worked everything out and came to the conclusion that Canada was our future, she hadn’t seen it for herself yet though, so we still had that to take care of. She came over a few times that year and loved it, so we made our plans. We went onto the PNP scheme that nominated us for residency, put the house in England up for sale and waited for nature to take its course, we got married in the meantime, she came over for a visit and we took a trip to Vegas, got ■■■■■■ up and ended up married this bolloxed up the residency application, so we had to start that again
So although I now live in the house pictured earlier and have a nice car to go with my Love Machine, I never had SFA handed to me on a plate, I spent nearly three years away from my loved ones, I lived in a [zb]ing cupboard, a lorry or a motel, my Wife had to keep things going back in England, but we got there in the end and we earned everything we’ve got, so you may understand why it gets on my ■■■■ to hear people moaning, or even worse, people begrudging what I have (there are a few of them believe me ) We made the choices we made so that we could end up where we are today, they could’ve made the same choices too, but they chose not to. Success or failure, over here or back in the UK, is all about attitude, hard work plays a part, but attitude and making good decisions are far more important. Luck plays a part in it too, although it seems that the harder I work and the better my decisions, the more ‘luck’ I get