Oh yeah! There’s People Out There!

I think there’s always a degree of culture shock that comes with an extended stay in one country or another, even if that other country is Canada. And on some level especially if that other country is Canada.

Okay so I didn’t exactly have to go out and buy new appliances or special adapters for my hair dryer. I could read the road signs, they drive on the right side of the road, and the cars all look exactly like ours. But it’s the sneaky subtle differences that creep into your brain. And it’s those sneaky subtle differences that leave you quaking in the bathroom because you suddenly realize you can’t read the French label on the toothpaste.

So I padded back for a couple of months to let the culture shock sink in and pass. Taking it easy can be really hard work by the way. Well, at least it is when you have my mother. Not that I argued at all with what she wanted done.

So the point of all of this rambling is to point out that my culture shock quasi-catatonic phase is done, and I am back in an office. Have to get dressed and go into an office and like talk to people and stuff. Very creepy. People are nice. I had forgotten the little things, like people who hold doors open for you or who hold the elevator for you. While I definitely did that in Toronto, I learned real fast it wouldn’t be done for me.

People say good morning to me, and ask me how I’m doing. Tiny little social interactions I didn’t realize I missed so much.

So here you go.. a very verbose way of posting “People talked to me today. Felt weird.”