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Most of the time I try to convince myself this trip was something than I needed the most to understand the meaning of my own life. I use to be someone who relied to friends and family, a very open and adventurous girl who always wanted to accomplished everything her mind dream of, but in my case it was hard, not only because of financial circumstances but also because my father wouldn’t let her one and only little girl in the house go far away from home, I mean I was 20 and I thought I was mature enough to get my bags and explore for six months what life is about in Montreal Canada, I was expecting to work there and maintain myself without any problems. It took me countless hours and meetings with my five best friends to find the perfect Airbnb and flights. I cannot lie, I was shaking the day when the journey begun, my family was left behind those doors and I continue to walk to this new adventure. There was something for sure about myself, I never doubt my luck and my capacity to survive on my own, also my friends and I made a great team. Anyways there’s a lot of things in my mind I couldn’t put on words to explain how I felt when I arrived to my own department, it was so cozy and I had a great view from my front staircase and balcony, I was about to cry. But not only the beauty of the city amazed me, the art, the vibrant colors in the walls, the coffee shops, the different type of people, the air I breathe in this place, the freedom, the unknown and the fear of being consumed by all of the secrets this place might make. I was barely an adult, I say this because my teenager spirit was still there, I wanted to make friends, meet new people, get wasted and get late to my own place, it was exciting but also the thought of me there with my friends, we could easily become addicted to the excess, which terrified me and which was part of the experience. Life is not only about partying, right? I was there with a purpose, getting a job and earn money to pay rent, food and personal necessities. I got to experience not only the working part, which means getting a job without having to prove my intelectual knowledge, this was more about physical jobs, jobs where I couldn’t rest my feet for hours and my body hurting at the end of the day, getting to know more people with my same legal circumstances, but there is where I found myself the most, in the pain and the patience I requiere as a human to bring my best and the courage to never settle down. A lot of history got through my ears, listening and activating my psychology knowledge to people with different culture, I used to work with lady’s from Pakistan, our supervisor was a man which made things more difficult, we were treated like slaves and our voice didn’t count, but it was there when my own self had the power to raise my introverted voice and help this incredible women to ask for justice and stop the humiliation from the men who treated them badly. For sure there’s a lot more of this story, in six months I learned more than in my whole life but I couldn’t fit it in 700 words, I have the feeling I could write a book about this, and I’m very proud to be able to tell my experience in such a way people could get to understand from my point of view what life is about for a Mexican girl who decided to jump out of any limitation and survive on her own in such a different country.