I got my first job.
I got my first job in America.
Our life was starting to make sense here.
After a long time of nothingness..
A long time of waiting.
A long time of questioning if it was the right call to move to the States.
But we are here.
And it can all start working out.
Working in a mill is tough.
Long days, tough on your body, tough on your mind.
Learning the different measurements… may not seem like the biggest challenge for others but for me it was another thing I had to learn to be valuable in America.
I needed a visa, I needed permission, I needed to learn these skills, I needed to adapt.
I needed a lot.
But this was a great first step in the direction we wanted to go in America.
I started my job Lynden Door this week.
I can provide again.
I can breath easier.