How about a little bit of time travel?
In preparation for my return to Canada, I’ve decided to take a look back and see what kind of experiences, baggage, and strange quirks I’ll be taking with me.
I hope a little bit of reflection will be helpful, since I already do things without thinking when I visit Canada. Like that time I bowed to the man in the food court at the mall. Apparently I automatically bow to strangers now. I’ll have to remember that Canadian women don’t bow.
We curtsy, right? Yeah, that’s it. We curtsy. See, I’m gonna rock this relocation. No problem!
So, Throwback Thursday. Every Thursday from now until…well, probably next Thursday, when I’ll have forgotten that I was supposed to be making an effort… I’m going to dig back into the Archive Abyss and pull out posts from years gone by. I thought you might like to come along for the ride.
Just please remember that once upon a time, nobody actually read this blog. Except my Grandma. So don’t think of the links as blog posts…think of them as postcards. Rambling, random, postcards sent with love. Which, now that I think of it, aren’t actually much different than my current blog posts.
Are you sitting comfortably? Then let’s proceed…
Eight Years Ago Today: February 20, 2006. Adventures in Octopi, in which I ate live (well, live-ish, still kind of squirmy) octopus for the first (and last) time. I’ve eaten a lot of strange food over the years, from cow brains to fried cicadas. Right now, I’m eagerly anticipating the cheese aisle – but it won’t be long before I miss my grilled pork and sticky rice, or mysterious trays of mystery food in the market. Not that I actually buy the mystery food, I just know I’ll miss having the option.
Seven Years Ago Today: February 20, 2007. Adventures in Swoosh, Swoosh, Swooshing. I liked skiing in Korea, but the hills could be mayhem, and I was constantly doing shoulder checks before I changed direction. I actually do shoulder checks all the time now. Not just when I’m driving or skiing, but when I’m walking down the street or pushing my cart through the grocery store.
I think I dimly remember the days in Canada when I could just walk down a sidewalk, eyes up, and facing forward. Now, I walk like a bobble-head doll. I look back over my shoulder for rapidly approaching people, dogs, scooters, or mini buses. I look up to avoid overhanging tree branches, dangling wires, or low-hanging banners. I look down to avoid tripping over protruding roots, loose bricks, missing sewer grates, sleeping dogs, or piles of vegetables.
So if you see me wearing a neck brace as I walk down the street, it might be because I’ve given myself whiplash in the dairy aisle at Cost-co, but I’m probably just trying to teach myself to walk like a Canadian again.
Have you brought any new quirks home with you after you’ve been away for a while?