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A Life as Immigrants

We were SO boomed! Another huge bump on our way!

That was crushing. We were so invested economically and emotionally on it that it took us completely by surprise. We decided to drop that dream since there wasn’t any warranty that they would put our profession back in the list. So we moved on to plan B.

Or next move was claiming my European nationality through Spain and go to London. There my hubby could learn English and I could practice it more so I could get better prepared for an IELTS test. I already had gotten 6.5 over 9 on it but I wanted more.

As a result, we sold everything we had with this huge dream of making a new and better life for us. We sold our cars, all our goods, and a few months later we had our lives in 3 baggages each and a plain ticket.

Our hearts were so full of excitement and sadness at the same time as we got ready to depart. Tears and sadness as we said goodbye.

We arrived in London…

Our life as immigrants had just started…


My hubby and I started English courses right away while we were looking for a room to move together. I was staying with my sister and he was in a rented room somewhere else.

We found a good and affordable room a little outside of London, being a couple that was more than enough. The plan was to find a job while studying and give my hubby a legal residence so he could work too. As a student he couldn’t work but me being European, I could.

Everything seemed to be working out. I was offered, without even asking, to work for a Starbucks Coffee branch near by our school. That was a lovely surprise as the manager {I had no idea that sweet lady I saw every day was the manager} asked me if I would like to work with them because she liked my personality.


You might be wondering:

Why they offer me a job?

Well, it happens that I used to go every single morning to that Starbucks, ordering the same coffee every time.

This is crazy:

One day I couldn’t help giggling when one of the guys there said really out loud when I crossed the door “double tall latte and a double espresso macchiato, right?”. How cool is that?…

From that day on, as soon as I stepped in the shop I would already have my cups with my name on them and just make my line to pay at the register hahaha.

That was nice.

I was considering accepting the job but I had to go to Spain first and get my Social Security and other documents done first and they were willing to wait.

But here’s the kicker:

I went to Spain and during that trip I find out I was pregnant. Shocking!!!!

I got so nervous and scared at the same time. We both unemployed and I was the only one allowed to work. That was a sudden change of plans and I couldn’t take the job. I couldm’t be that dishonest and accept it just to say a couple months later “hey! Guess what? I’m pregnant.”

Off course, I had to say no.


The Only thing left to do was getting our bags done again and go to Spain where I was going to have all my health care services guaranteed and figure out how to let my hubby work.

There my Biological father {I didn’t grow up with him but with my step dad} helped us as much as he could giving my hubby the chance to work illegally while his documents were in process.

Those were really hard days for me. I was spending most of my days alone in the apartment while hubby was working, pregnant with all the symptoms in place. Summer was approaching and we didn’t have air conditioning. No friends, no close family, no one to talk to and most importantly, no internet for the first few months.

I was in a breaking point in which I was really considering if leaving our country was a good idea. But this little tiny human being that I was carrying made me gather strength and hang in there, I didn’t want he to have to live in Venezuela.


As much as I hate to talk about the Venezuelan situation, it’s inevitable. That was the main reason we were where we were. The situation wasn’t anywhere near getting better and the fact is that it was getting worse every day. So we had to hang in there as a family. Gladly we had full support from our families. They helped us in every way they could and we could hold on for 2 and half years. Then Spain’s economic situation got worse too and we couldn’t keep up anymore. No money for rent and barely for food.

But not everything was bad though.

Till Next time!


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My name is Camila Rojas but everyone call me Cami. I'm a mommy, blogger, baker, do it yourselfer, crafter and graphic designer. Owner and founder of The Crafting Nook {formerly TitiCrafty} and TCN Design Studio: web design for bloggers. Join me on my crazy adventures!

11 Comments on " A Life as Immigrants "

  1. Camila

    Cami, thanks so much for sharing your story! You are very determined and very strong. Our mommy instincts kick in and there’s literally nothing that stands in our way that can prevent us from making a better life for our little ones, immigrant or not. I am so happy you have finally found a place you can call home and friends you can make memories with.
    I, too, am an immigrant and moved to two different countries, but not by choice. It was very hard leaving everything behind and losing friends. Yes, it is easy to make new ones, but you have nobody to reminisce with. If you’re interested in my short story, you can read it here:
    Sending you hugs and smiles across the miles. You made it, girl! Be proud!!

  2. Camila

    You are so brave. I admire you and the way you have been able to “pull yourself up by your bootstraps”. I admire your courage to share your trials and tribulations with the world. There is a publication here in the U.S.( it might be world-wide) called “The Guidepost”. They publish encouraging stories to share and lift others. I suggest that you research it and send in a perhaps shorter version of your life story. It might reap more income for you. My very best wishes, from Ohio, USA.

    1. Camila

      Thank you so much for your sweet words. Also thank you for the tip, I’ll do some research on that!!!
      Appreciate you stopping by and leaving some love!

  3. Camila

    With everything that is happening here in the UK after the whole Brexit fiasco this is such a timely read. You have such tenacity it’s really inspiring. My husband has worked in other countries in the past so I understand how hard being apart is, I’ve always stayed put here in the UK though, I just don’t think I’m brave enough to travel about as much as you have.
    It’s lovely to hear you feel settled now, I wish you and your lovely family all the best with whatever life brings next.

    1. Camila

      THANK YOU so much Julie. I feel honored by your sweet words. I didn’t think I was capable either. I never wanted to leave my country. I guess we find the strength when we actually need it. I do feel settle thank God! Not sure yet if this is it but feeling like this is such a a relief. I love it here and I’m sure we can make it work. I’m actually happy!

      Love having you visiting Julie! Thankyou so much for your constant support. It means more than you know!
      Hugs and XOXO

  4. Camila

    Thank you for sharing your journey! You are an inspiration and a source of strength for others! Keep your spirits high and keep moving forward everyday. You have already done so many amazing things.

    1. Camila

      Thank you so much Carole, Such inspiring words. I hope I can be a source of strength for those in similar stuations. It’s not an easy journey but it is full of fulfilling moments and experiences!
      Thank you for stopping by and leaving your love!

  5. Camila

    Cami nunca habia imaginado que tu trayectoria de vida haya sido tan complicada. Viviendo en tantos paises y sin poder tener “lo tuyo” o hechar raizes como decimos. Tener que separarte de tu esposo sin saber cuando se daria ese reencuentro. Pero me alegro que has sido consistente y que tomaste decisiones e hicistes planes para que esto se diera, y no te tiraste a llorar en una esquina. Te deseo lo mejor en tu nuevo pais, que esa union familiar sea permanente al igual tu empresa de disenos de blogs. Hay algunas personas en este mundo bloguero a quienes sigo y admiro y tu eres la primera . Gracias por tu ayuda incondicional, cuenta con mi humilde ayuda siempre. Un abrazo y besos a la titi.

    1. Camila

      Hola Fabi, Pues si, muchos obstaculos y altos y bajos pero aqui estamos. De tirarme a llorar, mira, no te niego las ganas que tuve en muchos momentos pero es que no tenia ni tiempo de eso. Con la Titi alli y tanto por hacer que la verdad no me podia dar ese lujo. A veces por las noches despues que todo el mundo dormia pues me dejaba desahogar y ya, a limpiarse el rostro, respirar profundo y a empezar de nuevo un nuevo dia. Yo soy terca lo cual es bueno para algunas cosas y no tanto para otras. Yo simplemente me niego a conformarme. Es decir, conformarme con la miseria, con vivir separados, con la inseguridad, con la escaces. Puedo aceptar vivir sin lujos pero si lucho por tener lo que me merezco como ser humano. La parte economica se sobre lleva, pero la parte humanitaria o esta o no esta, no me conformo con ir por la vida con miedo. Eso basicamente y mi hija han sido mis motores de vida. Lograr mi vida perfect. Que no necesariamente tiene que ser una cuenta bancaria llena de ceros. Que si llega, bienvenido sera pero si tengo para lo necesario y para darnos nuestros gusticos pues yo soy feliz.

      Gracias mi Fabi por tu constante apoyo. Con eso me ayudas muchisimo!!!!
      Besos y Cariños!

  6. Camila

    I am so glad that no matter what country you live in we are friends! What an inspiring story!

    1. Camila

      Thank you girly! I’m so thankful for your friendship and constant support. It’s funny that I met you when I was barely starting my business and I was in Oman, Middle East. What a wonderful friendship came out it!!! You are one of my treasures!


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