A few months after moving to Montreal to start a new life in Canada, the city still felt like a puzzle I was slowly learning to solve. I wandered its streets alone, figuring out the systems, the subway, wondering when my daily life would finally feel normal. One day, I was on the metro, completely lost in one of my favourite suspense novels by James Patterson. I was so deep in the story that I almost missed the fact that someone was staring at me. Uncomfortable under the weig

Since leaving Venezuela for Canada almost a decade ago, I’ve lived the emotional toll of caring for my aging parents from thousands of kilometres away. All these years of milestones have passed, witnessed only through grainy pixels and a choppy Internet connection. In this new piece I’ve written for CBC First Person, I share the bittersweet journey of immigration, the guilt of distance, and the new way I’ve learned to love my family. It means a lot to me and I hope it will re

Moving to Sherbrooke has been an adventure filled with nature, peace, and ample time for slowing down. It’s not just a new city; it’s a new chapter. Reflecting on my time here has made me think about the article I published with CBC about the move, when I was still preparing for it. It’s a story of leaving behind everything you know, embracing the unknown, and finding where you belong. READ IT HERE