First we had to deal with schools that were going to start in a couple of weeks. Our son was going into the 6th grade and my wife was going to the University for her graduate degree. And we literally had an accumulated lifetime of boxes to unpack. All the nuts and bolts that held together our day-to-day lives had to be figured out -- and fast. Where are the schools? Where are the stores? Where do we get the car fixed? Where's the library? Where's everything? For the first time in my atheist life I welcomed guidance from above.
We had our cheap but trusty Tom Tom GPS to tell us how to get to where we wanted to go.
One of the first things most of the people we know back in the states asked us is a variation of this question: What have we found up here that we don't like? It's interesting to note they wanted to know the negatives first. And after a year of Canadian living behind me, I have a ready answer.
To date we have yet to find a great pizza pie. Our pizza yardstick (one year later and I still haven't gone metric) is based upon the pizza we had at Grimaldi's, a little place located under the Brooklyn side of the Brooklyn Bridge, and the deep-dish pizza at Geno's East of Chicago. We haven't found anything that can compare with those phenomenal pizzas. But then again, we never found perfect pizza in Seattle either.
You want to know what I don't like about Canada? Three words. Alberta Tar Sands.
Canada's not perfect.
But ... There are no perfect places ... just better ones.
We still have family back in Seattle. We've gone down and back for holidays and birthdays. Every time we cross the border back into Canada I feel great relief that we've ... re-escaped. A fellow American ex-pat also residing in Canada said it best when he emailed me, "These days, I live with the air of freedom that is, without fail, replaced by an air of repression -- every time I have to go back into the States."
I've been leery of my government since the Vietnam War. The Reagan years convinced me it wasn't that difficult to convince millions of people to tentatively hold hands with Fascism. After two stolen presidential elections, the attacks on 9/11, and the invasion of Iraq, it's obvious we've gone way beyond the hand-holding stage to fully embracing Fascism.
We didn't come up here for the inexpensive Health care or the Chinese food. We came up here because The United States of America is closing down and I didn't want us to get caught on the wrong side of the border.
Before the Civil War, the South was a closed society. People couldn't freely explore their own thoughts to anyone or even to themselves without eventually having to face the horrible conclusion that their entire way of life was based upon owning human beings. Therefore an arcane code of courtesy came about to keep inconvenient truths from tarnishing polite conversation. There were just some things one didn't talk about.
There's quite a long list of things Americans can't talk about since the coup of December 2000. It's not polite to bring up the illegitimate war-mongering president, the non-existant WMD, the horrific numbers of dead in Iraq and Afghanistan, the gutting of the poor and middle class, and the fact the criminals who committed these crimes have not been prosecuted.
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