Good morning, family! I'm Larissa and welcome to my channel! For those who don't know me, I'm Larissa and I'm married to Branden, and we moved to Canada in March 2020.
Well, as soon as Branden and I started dating we talked a lot about the future and how our life would be after we got married, and then we decided that I would come to Canada, since I spoke English and I always had the dream of living abroad. That decision had already been taken, it was already right, my parents knew about my move and I had already confirmed everything, as soon as we got married, we would move to Canada. We got married in November 2019 and in December we bought the tickets for March. As soon as we bought it, it seemed like it was still far away, it looked like we had a lot of time, but as soon as January 2020 arrived, I started to feel butterflies, oh my gosh, in a little while I'm going away! But even so, I went on trying to not think too much about it, so I wouldn't be too anxious.
March was finally here! Our flight was going to be on March 3rd, and then everything was getting real, I realized I was moving soon, I was a bit scared, a bit freaked out and I started to feel sad too, but I was trying do everything to deal with that feeling. On March 1st it was my grandma's birthday, my dad's mom, and my father told me that we we
re going to go to her house to visit her because she was going to have a party, so I should go get ready cause we would leave at noon. As soon as my dad told me that I went up to get ready so I wouldn't be late because he hates when I'm late. I took a shower, then when I was putting my makeup on, I heard a familiar voice, I said: "Wow, it sounds like my cousin is here ", but I ignored it, I heard the voice but I kept on putting on my makeup. A few minutes later I heard another voice, this time it sounded like my little cousin. Since I was already ready and he was calling me, I went downstairs. When I came down, I saw my whole family, and then I connected the dots: they were throwing me a surprise party!
Oh man, it was surreal. I felt very loved and very happy because I was feeling, you know, knowing that in a few days I would leave and to think that they took the time to organize this party, to come to my house, bring food, bring dessert, you know, instead of everyone being sad with their heads down they actually came to celebrate with me, right, celebrate this new phase of my life, so it was very special to me. Then we had lunch, we chatted, we stayed there for a long time just talking, hugging everyone, taking pictures, I played a lot with my little cousin, and I ate the wonderful desserts they made, gosh, they were so good. Because it was Sunday, unfortunately, they couldn't stay very late, because the
y were going to go to church so they had to leave to get ready for it, so when it was about 4, 5 pm they started to leave. It was a bit difficult because I knew I wouldn’t see some of them until I got back, I was trying not to cry as I hugged each one of them, I was hugging them very tightly. After they left, I went to my grandma's house because it was her birthday. I spent some time with her and my grandpa, we had dinner together, we talked a lot. I also took that as an opportunity to say goodbye to them. Then, at the time I was saying goodbye to them I couldn't control my emotions and I started crying. I had spent the whole day trying not to cry and at that time I couldn't do it any longer, because everything was getting real. I knew it would be a while until I could come back to Brazil and see my grandparents again, but I am grateful to God for having had the opportunity to go there and visit them and spend time with them before I left. That was my Sunday, guys!
It's now Monday, the day before our departure. Monday was the day I would need to pack my bags and I didn't want to do it at all. Branden spent his whole day telling me to go pack my bags, "Larissa, go pack your bags, we are leaving tomorrow, if you don't start now you won't be able to finish them in time", but I was trying to avoid doing it because I knew once I started going through my things deciding which ones I was taking with me and which ones I wasn't, that meant that the move was really happening and I was trying to avoid this thought because I didn’t want to be sad, but then it was already the afternoon and I couldn't postpone it any longer, cause we were going to leave in the morning and I needed to get it done cause I had a lot to organize. Before packing my bags I was trying to see what the best moment would be, because I wanted my parents and my grandmother, who was in my house, to be distracted and not be thinking, so they wouldn't be sad, knowing I was packing my bags. So, as soon as they got distracted, I went to my room and started packing everything. I was in my room with a three-door wardrobe and my whole life to pack in just four bags. While I was rolling up my clothes and squeezing everything in my suitcase, Branden arrived and saw my suitcase almost full of only one wardrobe drawer. Then
he asked me: "but do you really use all that stuff you're putting in your suitcase? ", I said: " of course, of course I use everything, Branden!" Do you use [everything? Did you use everything?] one suitcase for only ... [Only one drawer] And you have a lot, a lot here! And did you take only the things you really want? [Uses?] No! I took all my clothes, because they are all mine and I want them all, understand? I found this question audacious! I'm here packing, leaving my whole life behind and you're asking me if I really need this?! If I really use it all?! Of course, I don't use it all, but I want to take everything! I want to take it all because this is my life, this is all I have. My family will stay here, my friends will stay here, everything I know will stay here, the only thing I can take with me, that can remind me of my life in Brazil are my clothes, so of course I will take everything. It doesn't matter if I don't use it all, it doesn't matter! I'll take them!!! And that's what I did, I filled my bag with everything I could, I wasn't able to bring everything, but I brought the majority of it, and when I return to Brazil I will bring the rest.
While I was up there packing my clothes, my grandma arrives in the room, and that's something I didn't want to happen. She arrived in the room and as soon as she arrived, I managed to leave the room, I waited for her to leave before I came back. I came back, and a little bit after, she came back, then she started to cry, oh man, poor thing. She looked at my suitcase and she got so sad. Then, I hugged her, I was trying to comfort her. For me it was very hard and complicated because I was very sad already, and when my grandma started to cry, and tat made me even sadder, I wanted to cry so bad. I hugged her very tightly,
I was trying to comfort her and not to cry at the same time because if both of us started to cry, we would cry for days! At that moment I didn't have any word to comfort her, so I just hugged her. I was hugging her and telling her everything was going to be okay. She composed herself and left the room. Then I broke down, guys! I started to cry, I had held my tears in for a few days now and I couldn’t hold my emotion anymore, so I started crying, crying and crying. That day it was the perfect day to cry because it was cloudy, raining, and a bit cold, so I had no other option but cry. And I couldn’t stop crying, so I started singing a hymn to see if that would help take my mind off it, to see if that would cheer me up a little. But then my aunt and my cousin, who came to the house to see me, went up to my room and stayed there with me. Then they started they started talking to me and I calmed down and stopped crying. I continued packing my bags while they were upstairs with me and then I was happier cause they were distracting me. They didn't help me at all! They didn't fold anything, not even a blouse, but they made me feel so much better, so thank you so much! That was my Monday, a sad and rainy day, and the day that I rolled up all my clothes and I made everything fit in four suitcases.
It was finally Tuesday, the day of our move! That day I woke up very early, I took a long hot shower, I thought about my life, I prayed, I surrendered everything to God. Since I was the first in the house to wake up, I had a lot of time to think about life, I had enough time to calm myself down. When everybody else woke up I was feeling a little better and I had some strength, because I didn’t want my parents to think I was sad, because I knew that this moment was very difficult for them too and I didn’t want them to see me sad because when the parents see their kid sad, they get sad as well, so I was trying to look strong to see if that would make them strong. After I got everything done, my bags all packed and weighed, I went down to have breakfast with my family. My wonderful mother made a tray of brownies for me, I was dying to eat a brownie and she made it with a lot of love and affection. We had breakfast together, we talked a lot, no one talked about the move, we talk about everything, but the move and we had a very nice start to the day.
After breakfast, my cousin calls me asking if I wanted him to go with us to the airport, how thoughtful was that? Then I told him that I really wanted him to go with us, because I was a little worried about my parents coming back home from the airport. I thought to myself, oh nice, if my cousin comes with us to the airport that will be very good, because when they return home he will be with my parents, and if they are sad or if my father is not able to drive home, my cousin can drive the car and he can comfort them. So, I was very happy about it. Thank you so much, Weslei, for offering to go to the airport with us. The other thing that made me very happy was that my mom decided to go to the airport with us, because she always stays home, and this time she decided to go and it was very important for me to have my mom and dad there with me! While we waited for my cousin to arrive so we could leave the house, my cousins who live in Angra called me. I was very happy to know that they thought of calling me to say goodbye, you know?! They called me, we talked for a bit, I cried a little, of course, that was inevitable, I saw their wonderful kids whom I love so much. It was very special, thank you very much for your call, guys!
As soon as my cousins from Angra hung up the phone, my cousin who was going with us to the airport arrived. Since my cousin was already in my house, that meant it was the time for us to leave. Before we left, we said a prayer asking for God's protection, asking Him to guide us, and asking Him to make this process a little bit easier on us. We left the house around 10:30 in the morning, the drive from my house to Rio was two hours long. On the way, we talked a lot, we talked about good things, I was snuggling with my mom, all the ways from my house to the airport. When we arrive at the airport, we went straight to check-in,
then we stayed in a corner talking, we talked for a long time, until the last minute, until we didn't have any time left, and then the time we were avoiding, finally came. It was time to say goodbye. I hugged my parents and my cousin; I gave them a kiss. We hugged, we cried, and we said see you soon. It was very difficult for me, I cried a lot, but thank God I wasn't alone. I was there with Branden; he gave me strength and I felt better. On the flight everything was okay, I cried a little, I was a little sad, but every time I felt anxiety in my heart I prayed to God, I asked Him for strength, and I felt better. Then, ten hours later, we arrived in Canada! Here we met Branden's mom who picked us up at the airport, and we came home.
That's it, people. That was the story of how we moved from Brazil to Canada! I hope you liked it, if you liked it don't forget to give it a thumbs up, if you are not yet subscribed to the channel, subscribe and leave a comment here about what you think of our story and what you want to see on this channel. Thank you so much for staying with me until the end, kisses and see you next time!
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