Proof that even Canadians love Tx. This is something that I copy/paste from another website that I stay on (fishing). Poor guy I wish I could help him.
Finally getting a chance to see the other side of the border has been both wonderful, and agrivating at the same time.
Born and raised Canadian, I have lived and worked in western Canada my entire life, in fact until about 2 weeks ago, I had never once even left the country. Finally at 25, I decided it was time to see something a little different, and having spent alot of time in the past 5 months with an American tourist there, I had heard alot of wonderful things about the US that my Canadian collegues had failed to inform me of, like Sonic! for one! haha.
A little over a month ago my friend went back to Seabrook, and I was left with a great opportunity. A chance for a vacation of a lifetime. So I packed up 2 bags of clothes, 2 bags of climbing gear, my golf clubs, and my 6 month old black lab, all into a Honda Civic(it was a heck of a trip) and drove the 4330 miles from my hometown to Seabrook, Tx.
One problem. I never thought I would find what I have here. The scenery, the people, the food, the oppurtunities, not to mention a love for the young lady that I've come to know very well now. Not to mention the saltwater fishing! I have been staying in Seabrook now for about 3 weeks and it is very obvious to me, this is where I need to be in my life right now. But here's the trouble. I entered the United States on a visitor permit, which is just fine, but I want to experience more. I want an opportunity to meet more of the amazing people I've come to be friends with here and see more of this amazing state... But noone is giving me an opportunity to do so. I understand fully that there is a certain amount of frustration in the employers hands of sponsoring a Canadian Citizen to work here, but I am more then willing to make it worth while. I have been a Rock Climbing Instructor, certified with the Association of Canadian Mountain Guides for the last year and a half, and a volunteer Swiftwater Rescue Tech for Alberta Search and Rescue for the same duration. I have no college degrees or training, which is making it extremely hard to find a willing sponsor. I'm more than willing to attend training, formal education, and even sign a working contract to remain with a company capable of helping me threw this process. I am not looking for anything prestigious or highpaying, I understand I am going to have to start at the bottom here, most likely mowing lawns or cleaning boats, but it's a start. I'm strong enough and smart enough to find my way from there.
So far everything I ever learned growing up as a Canadian citizen, about the US, has been false accept for one thing. The people here are amazing, the country is beautiful, and until 2 weeks ago I never understood why every Texan always said "God bless Texas", but now I understand. A life here would be wonderful, but one thing was true, even more so since 9-11, it's amazingly hard to find someone trusting enough, to help a neighbour here.
Right now I feel sadly overwhelmed with the chance that I may have to leave my new friends, my new life, and my tiny low-rent apartment. Not to mention leaving and amazing woman who I love very dearly, and who's family I've come to feel very fortunate to have known. I still have much time left here on a visitor permit, but with the length of processing times, I feel not getting on it very soon will likely lead to me having to leave the country, an expense I'd rather not incur.
I know that this forum is home to many intelligent, and capable citizens residing in the areas near me, and I'm sorry if this thread is a little out of place, but I feel the only way I will figure out my problem is to ask for the support, and help of those near me. If anyone has a position they need filled, by a trainable, responsible young man, or even advise about American Visa laws, I hope that you can take the time to help.
Sincerely, TxCanadian (Mike)
And I hope everyone here has an amazing Independance Day, It'll be my first, and I hope to God, not my last