The one thing that tells me that I’m no longer in Iowa is the air. When you breathe in, it’s clean and crisp. Sometimes you have a faint scent of the sea thrown in. The neighborhood in which I call home right now is surrounded by restaurants, so the odor shifts from country to country as you pass indian to chinese to korean and so on. This is all so new. It’s whole different country. This is Canada.
There was a time span during my high school years that I became slightly obsessed with Canadian forms of entertainment. In fact, I still mutter the occasional “eh” that went outside of just inside jokes with friends because we loved watching Kids in the Hall. Our Lady Peace is on the radio. Hockey is everywhere. If I’m not a Canucks fan within the time span of a few days, then I’ll have to start checking to see if I’m ill.
Things are going really well. There’s still a hell of a paper trail to chase down. If there is anything I understand at this point in my life, it’s that.
yo john-b, everyone missed you at homecoming. i got billigerent friday night but you were missing and i had no one to punch. so sad. hope all is well.