Emily. Grand Island, NY.
I’ve been separated from my husband, Cameron, who only lives 35 minutes (27 miles) from my house, for the better portion of the last year. We aren’t as fortunate as some cross-border couples, in the sense that we do not share a land border, and are not able to stand a few feet apart and visit. We have the Niagara River separating our countries, making it virtually impossible to be near one other during the closure. We’ve tried numerous ways of making our “visits” feel as normal as possible. In the warmer months, we have been through multiple hikes to try and find the closest point across the river to be near one another. Dealing with the poor cell reception near the border though, has led us to invest in walkie-talkies and binoculars; again, to feel as close and connected as possible.
In February 2020, Cameron proposed to me; we were both elated to be moving forward, together. What was supposed to be a happy time in our lives, has now become one of the darkest, and seemingly never-ending. We are both managing the physical and emotional pain of the separation, battling with regular bouts of depression and defeat. I feel envious of other couples, who have each to combat the pandemic together; their best friend, and partner by their side. We vowed to be there for better and worse, and our two countries have now made that impossible. Our support systems were ripped away from us during the days when we needed them most. This is one of the most difficult and frightening times that many of us have ever lived through, and it’s felt as though we’re going through each day alone.
Aside from the emotional distress, the financial implications of being able to see one another, albeit only briefly during the border closure, has been a serious concern for us. We have spent approximately $2,500 to date on travel-related expenses. Under these current border restrictions, we can’t afford to see each other again. Cameron has put himself (and our families) at risk by flying into the country twice during the pandemic. Having to deal with flights, flight cancellations, and car rentals. But what was the alternative? Had he not, we would have seen each other once in the past year. We will never understand how it is deemed safer to travel through multiple international airports, exposing himself and others to COVID-19, rather than drive a personal vehicle across a land border, one house to another. 35 minutes, and 27 miles; that’s it. Instead, he’s forced to fly 400+ miles with an added 8+ hour drive. I understood why the border measures were so strict at the beginning of the pandemic, but even Canada reviewed their actions, and added compassionate crossing rights for families within three months of the closure. The U.S. hasn’t reciprocated those measures in any way.
Cameron and I used to see one another, and our families, 2-3 times each week. All we ask is to be able to see one another, safely. No more missed birthdays, anniversaries, or other life milestones. No more walkie-talkies, binoculars and virtual dinners dates through a screen. No more forced separation. We pray for a change in these rules, every day.