Culture Shock

I don’t even know if that’s what this is.
But it sure feels odd.

I went shopping in the mall a few days ago and was thrown off big time. Not just because I didn’t know if I was supposed to fold up the clothes I had tried on or not, but because I realized I didn’t know what my style was anymore. I didn’t know what I wanted it to be.
I hadn’t shopped for winter clothing in years.
Skinny jeans are almost the only jeans people wear? And jeggings? What ARE those.

I didn’t use to be shy with employees. I would ask them easily, if they had this shirt in this size
Now?
I try and do it myself and when they confront me, I’ll even steer away from that.
WOW.

Free Wifi at Tim Hortons? REALLY?
I’m used to paying for it.

I got pretty overwhelmed a few days. I’m not prepared for people and there questions. It is why I have only seen three friends in the week I have been back here. But the English is alot, it is fast and I listen but my words are still tangled and lost.
I had a good conversation with my Mom the other night and I walked away thinking, ” WOW. Life HAS that in it? Someone to listen like that? Someone to smooth out my thoughts and ideas?’

I’ve really been in my head and been wonderin how the heck do I get all this out. I must eventually get out what I want to do, the changes I want to make. To make it more real.

I am happy though. I know I will settle in. I will get things where I want them.

At least I know that one person I thought that might not want to see me, has seen me.
And we have meshed right back into how we were.

And that changes things.

Slimming Down for Canada

Each time before I go back to Canada, I basically stop eating and dance and do ab work.
It’s not a lifestyle thing I do. Which I know, eating healthy is supposed to be.
Each time I am continually amazed at how small I end up being.
And Canada is my basic motivation.
I know I’ll over indulge in all the eats I didn’t have here.
But this time I had better watch it. I’m not leaving the place after two months.
I will be living there.
And I don’t think I’ll really feel that I am, until two months has passed.
When the novelty of a visit, has worn off.
And what then my dear friends? What then.