I have been in Canada since July 21 or so: five months and not enough days to make six months. Close enough to make an assessment or sorts, although I dare not format it. I need to put my thoughts on paper and see if they can coalesce or are just a bunch of ramblings with no connecting theme other than I don't know what to do with my time.
My time in Canada has been a mixed bag. Some good things have happened, but there has been much disappointment and many things that I imagined would happen, haven’t, and I don’t know if I should be sad or glad about these non-things.
Here are some other thoughts that I will jot down and tinker with as they occur to me:
The RCIA program has been fine and I very much like going to Mass. If it wasn’t for the program and the mass, my "return" would have been a total bust. Being able to take proper part in the eucharist is a goal would going for. All else shouldn't matter, whether it be this blog or fitting in or my video making.
I miss my Jenny. Women: you can't live with them or live without them.
The price of things is horrific, and so there are many aspects of Canada that are closed off to me. I have nothing to say about tipping because going to a restaurant with table service is beyond my budget.
The amount of immigrants in Brandon has seemingly nullified my being able to say I have returned. It isn’t the same place. Is it better for it? A difficult question. The faith they exhibit in Church is something to be said for them. Their taking over entire industries is not.
As for those things that I hoped would happen: it is just as well they didn't, that they were non-things. I don't need them. It may be a cliche to say, but they wouldn't help in my quest or even define my quest.
This crazy woman living in my brother's house has stopped me from going to Winnipeg, I hate to say.
The used car I took a chance on has worked out well in that it has been reliable.
My son has not yet blossomed into maturity. He still prefers to live a settled life, sitting in his room playing on his devices.
I do have good neighbors.
It is nice to not have to use a VPN to access things. The great firewall of China sucks.
My job hunt has been a bust. I do on-line stuff and my fund raising job is a solitary thing and isolating, much as I like driving out to the small towns.
Trump hatred is a crazy thing, and I have to avoid those who have it.
I am very much the outsider in Canada, and I have been asked why I have come back.
But I have had some good encounters with friendly strangers.
Letter grade for my return: D minus.
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