Ron Toland
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  • Happy Labour Day!

    Taking the day off today. Thinking of going down to walk the Government House grounds, which should be open (and lovely).

    Not much to report on the immigration side of things. I’m still waiting for my employer to write up a letter of support (and trying not to think about the potential implications of them dragging their feet there).

    I also found out that if invited to apply for permanent residence, I’ll need a police report from the FBI (!), which they’ll only give out if you pay for it (of course) and provide them with fingerprints. They only take ink-and-paper for folks not currently living in the US (like me), and it has to be in a certain format, on a certain kind of paper…Oof.

    Luckily, Canada has (once again) come through. I found a non-profit with a service for taking FBI-standard fingerprints, precisely for people like me that need them to immigrate. I’ve got an appointment there, but not till later this month, which means…more waiting.

    So while I’m waiting (and you’re hopefully getting ready to spend Labour Day with family or friends), here’s some shots I took from the top of Mount Doug on Saturday, after hiking up there for the first time.

    View from the east side of Mount Doug, looking south-ish
    Another view from the east side, looking north-east over Cordova Bay
    View from the west side, of my new home! I live near that white oval in the far-left of the shot.
    The author regrets to inform you that he does not know how to take a proper selfie.
    → 9:12 AM, Sep 5
  • Three Things They Don’t Tell You about Banking in Canada

    So last week I tried to pay a bill from a US company using my Canadian accounts.

    Big mistake. Huge.

    And it’s a legitimate bill! One I want to pay. The company that helped me get my work permit has finally charged me for their services. I want to pay them as soon as possible. They deserve it!

    And yet.

    I went into the bank, spent about half an hour there, and in the end still wasn’t able to send the money. Why not? Well, let me share some of the things I discovered...

    Nothing is Free

    Back in the States, I was used to — spoiled by — all the free banking services available. Free checks! Free accounts! Free credit cards!

    Not so in Canada. Canadian banks are apparently unable to tap into Wall Street’s billions to make them solvent, and so they actually charge for things.

    There’s a monthly charge just to have an account. Any account. For each account.

    You want checks? Yeah, those will set you back $50CAD just for basics.

    Pulling money from an ATM? That’ll cost you, if you’ve gone over your transaction limit.

    Yes, transaction limit. There’s a limit to how many times you can use your account, before they start charging you more fees.

    So when I went down to the bank naively thinking I was going to wire the money, they sat me down and explained that each wire transfer (I needed to send three) would cost $50 to send. Not $10. Not $20. $50. A piece.

    Needless to say, I did not end up sending the money by wire!

    Nothing is Simple

    My bank in the US was entirely online. Need to send a wire transfer? Fill out this web form, submit it, done. Need to pay a bill? Add the bill’s account info to this list of payees, choose how much to send, done. Everything, and I mean everything, was done via the online interface.

    In Canada? Not so much.

    At first, I thought it was much the same. I was able to open an account entirely online. Even managed to put money in it, once I’d figured out how to send an international wire (again, without having to go into a bank anywhere).

    But then I got a notice that my account(s) would be closed if I didn’t present myself, in person, to a bank in Canada by X date. Said date was a full month before I was planning on being finished packing and moving up from California.

    So I had a bit of a scramble to get everything packed and shipped from the US so I could get up here in time to walk into a bank and prove that yes, I am a real boy.

    That turned out to be just the start of the things I needed to do in person.

    Opening a credit card? Go in to the bank, because you don’t have any Canadian credit.

    Sending a wire transfer? Go into the bank, we don’t trust you to do that online.

    Need a debit card? Go into the bank and have them print one for you, because we’re not going to send you the one we promised.

    Need that debit card to actually work? Hahaha, oh my sweet summer child.

    Granted, every one I’ve interacted with at the bank has been lovely. Not rushed, genuinely interested in helping, just great people. But the fact that anything beyond giving my account information to other companies so they can auto-deduct money from my account requires at least three steps, one of which is always going into a branch, really slows me down. Speaking of which...

    Nothing is Fast

    Okay, I take that back. If another company has your debit info, they can take money out of your account very quickly.

    But anything else takes lots and lots of time.

    My credit card application took six weeks, seven tries, and an hour-long visit to the bank to be completed and approved.

    The checks I ordered to pay the US bill will take two to three weeks to get here.

    The debit card I was supposed to get when I opened the account never came.

    Sending money back home to my wife takes a week (not the promised 48 hours).

    Conclusion

    In short, banking in Canada requires a lot more patience and time than I’m used to. Not that I can’t get used to it, mind you, and I know I should be grateful that — so far — everything has worked out, just not in a timely fashion. Things could definitely be worse.

    But again, something I wish I’d known before moving here, so I could have better prepared myself for it.

    → 9:00 AM, May 30
  • Greetings from Canada!

    Wow, it's been -- six months? -- since I posted anything here. That's the longest gap in years, maybe ever?

    I can explain. But in the words of Inigo Montoya, "No, it is too much. Let me sum up."

    Starting in late October (2021), I had a series of shocks, some personal, some work-related, that basically brought all my writing to a halt. No progress on the novel, no short stories, nothing. I stopped submitting, stopped revising, stopped even thinking about the work.

    The break gave me the mental space to deal with everything that was happening. It also let me re-examine some of the ways my life was structured, in particular where I lived and how that fed into my own anxieties.

    In short, I've moved to Canada. Victoria, BC, to be exact, on Vancouver Island.

    I'll post more about the experience of immigrating -- which has been an adventure, even for as short a hop as this one -- but a recurring thought I have as I walk around town is: I should have done this years ago.

    Some history: Back in 2004, when Bush II won his second term, a lot of us liberals talked about heading out, to Canada or Europe, as a sort of "vote with your feet" protest. Some of us (not me, obviously) did it, and some of us stayed behind.

    At the time, I thought of staying as a type of defiance. I was sticking it to the Republicans -- many of them in my own family! -- who chanted "love it or leave it." I insisted I was just as patriotic as they were, I just thought patriotism meant taking care of people -- women, children, etc -- that the GOP wanted to leave behind.

    But now? Now I wish I'd followed the instinct to leave. I had a friend that moved to Vancouver, and while we stayed in touch he keep urging me to move out, that the city was beautiful and there was plenty of work for engineers like us. I laughed it off, but now I wonder. Getting into Vancouver in 2004 was still affordable (!), my wife and I could have built a life there before housing prices went through the roof and the number of doctors went off a cliff.

    Better late then never, I suppose. Because it is beautiful up here, between the mountains and the forests and the sea. Victoria reminds me a lot of Galway, Ireland, in both the good and the bad ways, a blustery, scruffy port town with green growing everywhere you look.

    And now it's home.

    Written with: Ulysses

    Under the influence of: "The Bends," Radiohead

    → 9:00 AM, May 2
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