The weight has lifted
As we settle into our new—albeit temporary—life on Vancouver Island, many encumbrances melt away.
We’re renting our home, so we don’t worry when the air conditioner fails and we don’t even take out the rubbish—our comforts are woven into our housing agreement.
We get very little mail: newspaper subscriptions and most of our magazines have been converted to online channels, except for the beloved New Yorker and Economist which have now arrived in paper form.
My e-mail correspondence has been reduced to a trickle and I have yet to hear from anyone at my new campus after work and on weekends.
Seems my Canadian counterparts are better at separating work-life from home-life than my American colleagues—including me.
We brought just one suitcase of clothing for each of us—not counting the winter coats and rain-boots—so we have fewer decisions to make each morning.
There’s still stress that comes from arriving in a foreign country—even one where we understand the language (well, most of it).
You have to pay attention to new routes, how to park, where to catch the bus and what gets recycled.
There’s new coins and paper-money and multi-lingual signs.
Folks bring their dogs into stores and we see bunnies and deer on our morning walks.
And a psychic weight has been lifted.
We are now distanced from the unhinged cretin and his lackeys that are unraveling the vestiges of mindful, moral decision-making at a national level, creating lasting harm in their wake.
Here? It just feels more … sane.
15 September 2019