Okay, here it is... landing story!
I picked up my visa in Buffalo on Nov. 10. Nothing new to add to what others have posted about that process.
I landed on Nov. 17. Husband snagged me and most of my stuff from my parent's place just outside Buffalo (convenient, no?) We got to the border around 7:30pm, and it was dead. In 8 years of crossing at least 3+ times a month at the Peace Bridge, I have never seen it that dead before 1 or 2 am. We got up to the interrogation booth, and Husband told the officer I was landing. He gave us the little yellow paper and sent up to the building.
There was nobody in the building besides the officers, and they all looked bored. The officer I got was fantastic. I really wish I could remember her badge number! We went up to the counter and handed her all my paperwork. (seriously, that counter is high. I'm 5'7, and it was just below shoulder height. I had to stand on tiptoe to sign the COPR!) As she was typing things into her computer, she frowned, and asked when we started our application. Thus began what shall henceforth be known as the FUBAR conversation (this is as verbatim as possible. I will never forget this conversation!)...
Officer: When exactly did you submit your application?
Me: December 17, 2010
Officer: Wow, really?
Officer: And it took them this long to finalize? Were there any issues?
Husband: Nothing more than Buffalo's apparent ineptitude.
Officer: *heavy sigh* You know, Buffalo used to be the best run offices in the world. We got this new computer system early last year, supposed to make everything easier... Buffalo has totally gone down hill.
Me: Yup, I've heard all about the computer stuff!
Officer: Seriously, none of the other offices ANYWHERE have had as many issues as Buffalo. They just can't seem to wrap their heads around it. It's ridiculous. Completely, absolutely FUBAR.
*this is where Husband laughs to the point of hiccups*
*sharp glare from officer sitting nearby*
Officer: I'm glad you know what that means. I didn't want to have to explain it!
From that point, it was pretty much all the typical stuff, explaining SIN card and whatnot. Then "Congratulations, welcome to Canada", and we were directed to the customs counter. I handed the B4 to the officer, he looked it over (all I had on it were personal belongings... clothes and books and whatnot, with guesstimated value for each box)
Officer: This is all personal belongings? No car or anything?
Me: Nope, no car.
Officer: Then why did you fill this out?
Me: *slightly confused* I wasn't sure if I needed to?
Officer: You sure you have nothing else coming in later? No car?
Me: I don't have a car...
Officer: You sure? Nothing coming later?
Me: Absolutely sure.
He stamped the back of my COPR with "NO GOODS TO FOLLOW" and we were on our way.
So, pretty painless process. We went to get my SIN the following week, and apply for OHIP. Haven't switched the driver's license yet, but that's next on the agenda.
Last night we celebrated the end of this bull$#!% at a Tea Party concert (my 20th show, haha... seriously, best Canadian band EVER.) Still recovering!
The end. I'm going back to bed now