I love communities.
I’ve realized there’s a new one I’ve become a part of unintentionally.
Expats. Or if you’re on twitter, #expat.
ex·pa·tri·ate — n
a person who lives in a foreign country
To be honest, I’ve always known I’d move to another country. And I did.
Those who knew me in high school or even college would’ve predicted somewhere in Africa rather than Canada, but who really knows the future?
The thing about relocating to a country so similar to my homeland, is that I notice the detailed differences.
- Canadian flags where I’m used to seeing stars and stripes.
- Paying for gas by the liter, or should I say litre?
- An affinity for the letter “u” in words like colour, labour + favourite.
Oh and don’t forget the metric system.
I wish there was a 50kph on my speedometer. Also, celsius?! It’s a really good thing I was enlightened with a Guide to Converting to Metric.
So Canada, I’ve been here for nearly a month now. Lets get this party started.