Oh, wow. Two years ago I had professed on my blog that I was back to blogging, but then...nothing. After two years of hardship and limbo in my life, I finally feel inspired and ready to reconnect. Not just with blogging, but with life. I've been a zombie for too long. Things took a downward spiral for a while there and I am just starting to put my world right-side-up on level ground again. I am returning to me again. A new me, but even through this newness, I recognize myself far more than I have in the past two years.
I have newly relocated to Charlotte, North Carolina from Hamilton Ontario. This place feels like home to me. This is a pleasant surprise because although I like to think I do well with change, I don't, really.
Things are pretty much the same here in North Carolina as they are in most of the U.S. cities I've visited as well as most parts of Canada. We have houses, sidewalks, street lights, big box stores, little botiques. Some of the differences, though, are as follows:
1. The weather here is amazing. It is March and I have a tan. I can wear shorts in February. Its HOT. And there is no snow!!!!
2. In Canada we say "sorry" when we almost collide into someone with our shopping cart at the grocery store; here in the south they say "pardon me".
3. In Canada we say "thank you"; here a lot of people say, "I appreciate you" instead. I like that.
4. Here in the south they eat something called "collards and greens". I haven't researched what that is exactly, but I know what collards are and I know what greens are and it sounds very healthy.
5. Down here people wear jackets when its 20 degrees outside; in Canada, we bust out the shorts when it gets to be 12 degrees.
6. The bugs are WAY bigger here. I have never seen mosquitoes this big.
7. People don't understand what I mean when I ask where the "washroom" is. They think I mean laundry room. BATHROOM, people. Toilet. Loo. Comode.
8. Highway speed limits are higher here than in Canada. I have a very old car and it can't keep up with the rest of the cars on the highway. Or freeway. Interstate. I'm not sure what word I should be using for instead of "highway" here.
9. I referred to the garbage disposal a "garborator" the other day and was met with a wide-eyed unknowing look.
Other than that, I haven't encoutered too many differences, but I've only been here for two weeks, so time will tell. But so far, I am loving it here. I've found a couple places that I love, love love. One is the dog park near our house. The other is Healthy Home Market. I love my backyard where each night I hear a symphony of crickets and bullfrogs and other creatures chirping louder than any traffic I have ever lived near. I love the warmth of the sun and feel the vitamin D synthesizing in my skin and chasing winter depression away.
I am happy.