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May. 21st, 2018 01:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolariThe other day, while visiting Canada, I had made a few plans to see a few sites. And I dropped them all to help a friend move some stuff across town. She said she was surprised I'd just drop it all to help...but to be honest...I did it for a very specific reason.
When I first moved up here, it was with the intention to move to Canada. I immersed myself in Canadian culture. I committed to the move. It was going to be my new home, so I felt I should fit in. When Emily was in the hospital, and I spent my first days in Canada navigating without her. The first time I really felt like I fit into Canada as a Canadian.
We all know how that went, and now I'm just an occasional visitor to my Almost Home.
But...dropping it all to do something as mundane as help a friend move stuff across town? To just pick up stuff at a mundane park, and take it to a warehouse? Just HELPING someone?
I was just another (almost) Canadian helping a Canadian on their day off of work. And it was a much more meaningful day than it would have been otherwise. It felt like the life I was planning to have, instead of the life I ended up for it.
I hope that doesn't sound fetishistic. I really bought into the culture and life. And I do enjoy pretending for a few hours that maybe I crossed that border and found my fortune there.
When I first moved up here, it was with the intention to move to Canada. I immersed myself in Canadian culture. I committed to the move. It was going to be my new home, so I felt I should fit in. When Emily was in the hospital, and I spent my first days in Canada navigating without her. The first time I really felt like I fit into Canada as a Canadian.
We all know how that went, and now I'm just an occasional visitor to my Almost Home.
But...dropping it all to do something as mundane as help a friend move stuff across town? To just pick up stuff at a mundane park, and take it to a warehouse? Just HELPING someone?
I was just another (almost) Canadian helping a Canadian on their day off of work. And it was a much more meaningful day than it would have been otherwise. It felt like the life I was planning to have, instead of the life I ended up for it.
I hope that doesn't sound fetishistic. I really bought into the culture and life. And I do enjoy pretending for a few hours that maybe I crossed that border and found my fortune there.
