Canada, according to the new Canadian…

A few observations of late...


The first & most pressing question for me is:

• ...Why have some of the Canadians still got their Christmas lights up? Is it not enough that they came out at the beginning of November but to still be up in the middle of February… ho hum.
• Teenagers here are very cool. They are articulate, respectful (and respected, probably a hand-in-hand thing) intelligent and have sacks-full of common sense.
• Education is amazing. Never mind dropping our standards, we’ve had our eyes opened to how amazing it can be. The schools are quiet, calm places. Students respect teachers and rules. Teachers respect Students, it’s a very inclusive environment and I, for one, love it.
• Kids have a plan. They subscribe to a cause, off their own backs, they see the power of ‘we’ not ‘me’ and they take in the bigger picture. I have been overwhelmed with admiration of how these kids, and they are as young as eight or nine and up to fifteen or sixteen, who are raising money for Haiti, organising enormous events, and hosting them without adult input, they could teach me a thing or two.
• And it’s not just the kids. At Christmas there were more volunteer opportunities than I have ever seen. More charitable events raising more money for local and national causes than you can imagine. Everyone was doing something. Each school does a ‘hamper drive’ whereby each child brings in something from a pre-issued list, from a small toy to food for a Christmas meal, and all the donations are collected up and delivered to the less-than-fortunate families in the school or, in our case, the nearby areas. There is some poverty here but it is not frowned upon (or milked by an over-dependence on a faulty state-system) and those in need don’t mind saying so. Everything is done very respectfully but the end result is that those families who couldn’t have put together a special meal or give their kids much for Christmas have a turkey, and fresh vegetables. And their kids have presents to open. It doesn’t take much to make a difference.
• The lake is quite the most beautiful thing I see every day.
• The unity of this place, which is probably incapsulated in all the above comments, is mind-blowing. I get tingles just thinking about it. The 2010 Vancouver Olympics are almost underway and everywhere you go there are messages of support for the teams, flags flying, Go Canada signs everywhere. The Olympic torch came across Canada and we were lucky enough to see it here in Kelowna, in fact we ran behind the torch bearer for a while, with ‘O Canada’ booming out over the PA and the Canadian flag wherever you looked, the 20,000 strong crowd all whoop-whooping, cheering and generally building that esteem that carries this country forth. I felt honoured to be part of it.
• There are too many bill-boards obscuring your vision of the stunning scenery.
• My prediction for Kelowna in 20 years is a sad one, it’s turning into a mini-LA with lots of boob-jobs and enormous unnecessary chromed vehicles… the decadent homes are fighting for remaining land resulting in smaller plots and larger homes wedged in. It’s up & coming, sure. When it arrives we may just move on to quieter pastures…
• When the devastating fires took hold here in 2003 everyone came together to offer shelter, not just for people but for their animals, horses, vehicles. The same was true of last years' fires and wherever you looked there were billboards offering help, adverts placed in the local papers, notices up on walls and street corners. I love how this community comes together. The fires this time were contained with little structural damage, although so much forest was devastated, and with it the habitats and lives of so much wildlife. The stories of burning animals are horrific. The fires of 2003 instigated an action plan for future fires, which was put into action last summer - most of the firefighters were volunteers. When I watch this on youtube it makes me cry. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MVp80WCU-mY (turn up your volume) The fire line was extinguished just a couple of hundred feet behind where we live now, so many homes were burnt to the ground. This is so Kelowna, so Canada for me. I forgot this for a while.
• Some things remain constant despite the change in continent. Politics generally, for one. However good it is – and it’s damn good on the whole – the people will campaign for more. More rights, more funding, more voices. I say look at what you have. But then I would, life’s pretty easy here (in my humble opinion) compared to the two continents I have lived in before North America…
• Oh, and Doctor’s receptionists. We still owe them a living, and don’t forget to apologise for bothering them if they happen to answer your call….
• Canadians trust the English accent. Apparently we’re well educated. Cool.
• Travel broadens the mind. Emigration strips you of your identity and you have to fight to get it back. It’s tougher than anything I’ve ever done before. And I’ve done stuff.
• In Canada the customer is always right. Companies and government bodies do the ‘right’ thing.
• This country amazes me everywhere I look. The future is so bright it’s gleaming. I’m so humbled to be a part of that future, I hope with all my heart that our kids grow up here; that they take the space, the scenery, the politeness, the mutual respect for granted. I hope they never have to encounter a ‘computer says no’ shop assistant or government official, have to be sworn at because they forgot to change lane in time, or worry for their safety on a dark night. Utopia, perhaps not, but we may just have turned back the clock for our kids, its life as we knew it 30 years ago.

It was worth it. Remind me I said that. That's your lot for tonight :)

Those mountains aren’t clouds pretending to be something they’re not…

What a tumultuous few weeks that was… but I’m back! Full flow. I see the wood despite the trees everywhere, in fact even that forest is beginning to thin out a bit… hurrah. Really thought it wasn’t going to happen for a moment back there...

Stuck in a bubble, looking out at the world, rolling along, not feeling, experiencing, touching, just watching. Hearing the world through muffled ears, putting one foot in front of the other, existing, not sad, not happy, just existing. That was life in my head for the last few weeks, existence.

I had actually come to expect it, it was on the cards, I felt it brewing, mounting, and then just rode the storm. A couple of times Andy asked me what he could do to help & I honestly didn’t know, didn’t even really need any help, I knew I just needed to get past this phase with as little ricochet onto our lives as possible. And I did, I’m out of that ‘phase’ of culture shock and it was pretty shocking, I should coco.

So, how did I get here… well, I guess it started with a trip to some lovely friends’ beautiful B&B and home in Revelstoke last weekend. Out into the fresh air. Beyond the oppressive claustrophobia that is Kelowna in the depth of Winter when the sun doesn’t rise high enough to burn off the cloud in the entire Okanagan valley, all ninety miles of it. I knew I was getting desperate when I migrated towards a newspaper in a favourite lunch venue of Andy & mine, it was calling me with the headline “Gloominess nearly over” and continued to explain that give or take a day or two 22nd February was the day that the meteorological centre of Kelowna expects the sun to reach a height sufficient enough to poke through and burn off the moody stuff until Spring arrives. Phew. I have a date. Structure. I’m counting down, no really, I am.

Revelstoke, good friends; English friends, and fun in the snow helped my head, that and the jaw-dropping scenery up there, scale our mountains up by ten and you might come close. As I’m often heard saying; those mountains, that scenery make me feel insignificant in this world, I like that feeling, it makes me understand that there is one life to live, get living… those mountains will see a million more lives after mine and will stand tall over every one of them, time is limited for us…

And then it all fell into place. Great school reports for our little heroes, two months in for them and they are already thriving, popular, competent kids in a brand new and, in my opinion, rather intimidating place for a village child. If they can do it so can I.

The school has also been a ‘way in’ to the community that I had orchestrated for my own involvement too, I find myself heading up the school Spring-Dance for the PTA equivalent, nothing like jumping in the deep end without my arm-bands, yes I can do it. I can do it.
It’s not without humour, I hasten to add, after several ‘footballers wives’ incidents (we hadn’t seen this side of Kelowna, it can be like LA, poodles & all…) I decided stuff it, no more Mrs Ditsy, stand up & be counted, so I became the arsey Englishwoman for a week or two after my birthday, much to the horror and amusement (in varying degrees) of the ladies who lunch. The horrified ones moved quietly away and the amused ones welcomed me with arms-full of invitations; evenings out, coffee and movie offers… I finally made some proper friends and they are a giggle, and they know the Jules that I am, not the one who had the sickly sweet aura of naïve new girl…

So pounding the streets, drumming up business – successfully (killer heels work worldwide) is beginning to pay off, social events on the calendar for the next six weeks, employed the services of a great babysitter so new life, real life begins here…

When we lived in Greatham I used to travel down the A3 on a cloudy day and imagine that the clouds were really mountains.. if you squint it works. I’d daydream I was here and that was my vista. I’m here & those clouds are really mountains now, they’re not pretending. Time to start enjoying them and everything else this beautiful country has to offer.