My two week provisional visitor’s visa was almost up. I’d spent all week locking down my very digital and very public life, and reassuring most of my friends and family at home that I was not, in fact, totally insane. I felt as if the whole bureaucratic ineptitude of a nation had decided to throw a tea party at my expense. I was in Canada, but I wasn’t allowed to work…much less build a company from scratch.
Thing is, I didn’t know how to play the fact that I was hoping to work (and stay) here. It all felt disingenuous, since I felt as if I needed to keep the work thing on the down low, along with the part where I might not leave. Throw in the heightened security surrounding Olympic Games and I already had myself psyched out.