Part 3: Moving to BC and the Never-Ending Dilemma of an Immigrant in Canada

When the workload in Winnipeg started thinning, I looked west. BC and Alberta had the most active construction markets. Through good timing and the right connection, I landed a job…

When the workload in Winnipeg started thinning, I looked west. BC and Alberta had the most active construction markets. Through good timing and the right connection, I landed a job in BC and made the move.

I thought I had it figured out. I’d done the math on the salary, negotiated carefully, and felt confident the numbers would work. I was wrong about one thing.


The Rent Shock

I had budgeted for BC living costs based on pre-COVID figures. What I didn’t fully account for was the end of the low-interest-rate era. As rates rose sharply, BC rents followed. My first apartment cost $300/month more than I had planned — a gap that still shows up in my bank account every month.

That was my first real mistake in this chapter. Lesson learned: when moving provinces, rebuild your budget from scratch using current rental listings, not assumptions.

But the Move Was Worth It

Despite the financial sting, BC brought something Winnipeg couldn’t at that stage: scale. The projects were bigger, the teams more complex, and the problems more interesting. Working as a Project Coordinator at a General Contractor on commercial infrastructure projects, I learned how to manage the kind of multi-stakeholder issues that only come with larger builds.

The people I met in my new workplace became genuine assets — professionally and personally. Three years in now.

The Questions That Don’t Go Away

Recently, the familiar signs have returned: shifting company structure, fewer new contracts coming in, and the quiet hum of uncertainty. And alongside those practical worries, the bigger ones: Is this the right life? What am I actually running towards?

Watching my child grow up in Canada, navigating the realities my wife and I face together, managing a career in a foreign country where I still have to work twice as hard to be half as understood — it’s not easy. It’s not supposed to be, I suppose.

But I tie my shoes again every morning and keep going. That’s what this immigration journey looks like from the inside — not a success story with a tidy ending, but an ongoing decision to keep choosing forward.


👈 Part 1: From Australia and Hong Kong to Winnipeg

👈 Part 2: First Job in Winnipeg and Breaking into Canadian Construction