Although it will be awesome to finally be granted permanent residency, the actual process doesn't end there. In the last few weeks, I've been working with my Dad to arrange to have my stuff moved from his house in Michigan to a storage facility in Washington State. Why Washington State, you ask? Well, once I am given my permanent residency status, I don't actually become a permanent resident until I go over the border into the US and then go back over the border into Canada, where I will then officially "land" as a permanent resident. At this "landing," Canada gives me the opportunity to bring my possessions (import them) over the border "gratis," meaning I don't have to pay any duties on any of them, including my car. Jeff and I did some rough math, and we estimated that it would have cost around $1,500 in duties just to import my car alone, so we're probably saving a bunch of money on the whole deal thanks to this opportunity. Anyways, we are moving my junk to a storage facility in Washington so that it will be ready to move when I'm allowed to make my final "landing."
Although I don't have to pay any duties on it, importing my car is a whole other process on it's own, and there are still other costs involved. In short, I have to get documentation from GM listing the model's "recall history" and then have the car inspected to see if it conforms with Canadian vehicle safety and environmental standards. If it does not, I have to get the car modified so that it will be in conformance. I know right now that I will probably have to get my speedometer relabeled so that the bigger numbers are in KM instead of miles. I'm not sure if the odometer itself needs to be converted to KM, but I'm assuming so as the mileage is directly tied to the car's value, and there should probably not be any ambiguities in that area.
Even though this crap will probably be a huge pain in the ass, I am so happy to have this process almost over. Going through the border every day is becoming less and less difficult as the officers remember me more and more, but I still come across an occasional skeptic every now and then who gives me a hard and usually stressful time about letting me back in to Canada. The Americans are generally easy to please, and for the last month I had been getting through even without a passport as I had to get it renewed (I used a notarized copy of the first page in addition to every other ID, certificate, etc. that I possess).
In addition to the obvious benefit of being allowed to live with Jeff in Canada forever, sometimes I am pleasantly overwhelmed by the absolute uniqueness of this experience. Living in a foreign country has its own degree of uniqueness and often sizable difficulty, but living in and immigrating to a foreign country is a whole other thing. I'm actually really thankful to be able to experience it. I'm sure the process in obtaining dual citizenship will be even more interesting three years from now (especially due to the fact that I have to pledge allegiance to the Queen of England, something that I never imagined I'd ever do and will feel really weird about), and I am very excited to someday be able to call myself an American Canadian or Canadian American, depending on how you look at it.
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