06/10/2026
๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฆ ๐ ๐จ.
When I first came to Canada as an international student, my plan was simple.
I wanted to become a Registered Nurse.
At the time, though, โsimpleโ and โpossibleโ were two different things.
Domestic students were paying a few thousand dollars a year for tuition. As an international student, my tuition alone was close to $13,000, and that didnโt include books, rent, food, or everything else that comes with building a life in a new country.
So I made a practical decision.
I enrolled in a two-year Practical Nursing program instead.
I told myself I could always go back later.
Then life happened.
Work happened.
Marriage happened.
Children happened.
A mortgage happened.
Years passed faster than I expected.
Every few years I would look at RN bridging programs again. Iโd apply, upgrade a course, get hopeful, end up on a waiting list, or not get accepted. After a while I started saying, โMaybe this chapter just isnโt meant for me.โ
But looking back now, I donโt think I ever truly let the dream go.
Because people who have given up donโt keep checking program websites. They donโt keep upgrading courses. They donโt keep wondering, โWhat if?โ
The dream was quieter than before, but it was still there.
When I finally received my acceptance, the feeling surprised me.
It was not only excitement but also relief.
Relief that I hadnโt stopped believing in myself completely.
Relief that a promise I made to a younger version of myself was still possible.
For me, becoming an RN isnโt only about a title.
Itโs about finishing something I started more than twenty years ago.
And maybe thatโs why this journey means so much to me.
Sometimes the dreams that stay with us the longest are the ones that tell us something about who we are.
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Is there a dream you put on hold that still quietly lives in the back of your mind?