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A couple of weeks ago my partner commented that I still seem to suffer from culture shock far more then he ever did (I wouldn't know, he came to Canada from India the year before I came here - but from the stories i've heard from his friends, his adjustment was much harder in the beginning then he remembers now). Yes, it is true that I still hit culture snags from time to time. And at this point they mostly affect me when I am intentionally looking for something comfortingly familiar so I think they hit even harder.

For example, I don't usually eat cold cereal here but I have been craving Grape Nuts for about a month now and last week I finally gave in. I went to the "Adult Cereal" section of the grocery store (Cultural Side note - besides all the "plain" and granola-y cereals the Adult Cereal section seems to be the home of all the chocolate flavored cereals as well, so Canada probably has some actual rules about marketing unhealthy/misleading foods to children) and there was no Grape Nuts. Undeterred I went to another grocery store and again, no Grape Nuts!! Suddenly I wanted Grape Nuts even more then I ever have before . . .

Anyway, my partner knows that mainstream Canada doesn't have what he wants when it comes to things like food culture-wise, so he frequents "ethnic" and specialty stores and is overjoyed when he finds things in a mainstream store. Perhaps it is a matter of perspective - maybe I just need to lower my expectations . . . but that can still be hard when I get utterly blindsided by subtle differences.

This week I made a christmas cookie (treat? chocolate?) that we make every year in my family. There are pretty much three ingredients: chocolate chips, butterscotch chips, and lightly salted peanuts. Seems easy right? In the grocery store I struggled mostly with the peanuts - apparently "seasoned" is how people like to eat their peanuts - or no one worries about their sodium intake. There wasn't even a place on the shelf for "lightly salted." So I got unsalted peanuts to play it safe. I went home, I made them . . . everything went fine . . . . until they didn't quite set up. My first thoughts were absurd - 'It must be the altitude!' 'It must be warmer then I think in this apartment.' And then I tasted them, and it became clear that butterscotch chips here taste distinctly different. Likely they have a different composition and are the reason for the texture/setting difference. There was only one type of butterscotch chips at the store (which seems to ring true to my memories of the states too) so I never even thought to look at the ingredients or taste them before using. (Chocolate chips are the same!)

Ah well, now my partner and I joke that I need to find the online product comparison between the US and Canada likely started by a transplant as bothered as I am by these subtleties.
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This year, I have realized much more then in years past how many of my friends do not celebrate Christmas. At least 40% don't at all. Crazy. So, as I am a firm believer that Christmas can be a secular time of joy, giving, and enjoyment of the little things - like the transition to winter - I decided this year to invite anyone and everyone to join me in my Christmas activities and celebrations. (Side note, my partner falls into this category of never celebrating Christmas and generally having no idea of how one would go about doing so - so there is an added incentive there)

This led me the other weekend to take three Christmas newbies to choose a Christmas tree! Now, I wanted to do this right, but not scare them away, so I selected a cut-your-own tree farm still within town limits. Not a big time commitment, or an excellent selection, but still the experience of selecting and killing a tree. That said, they almost bailed on me about five seconds after they opened their doors and stepped into the snow - there was a nice thick layer of mud underneath (thanks global climate change!). After some hasty convincing, we actually approached the woman looking to greet us. She indicated where the saws and sleds (sleds to carry the tree - what luxury!) were, where we were to go, and the rules. I'm pretty sure the guys absorbed none of this, they were still taking in the sights and the pole full of saws.

When talking about this trip with them in the days leading up to it, it was clear there was some anxiety about actually cutting down the tree. I assured them I was comfortable doing it myself as long as one of them would hold it. This seemed satisfactory to them, so I assumed this was how it would proceed. Imagine my surprised when I selected a saw, stepped out of the way, and two of the guys went to grab saws too. I tried to convince them that one one saw was necessary and they were welcome to carry it, but to no avail. So, we ended up with four of us, 2 saws, and one sled.

I don't know about you, but when I select a Christmas tree it is a high energy event going from tree to tree, almost never going back, and always calling back and forth with others. I'm pretty sure after two minutes two of the guys gave up on seeing the differences between the trees and just wanted us to decide on one close by. Meanwhile, I was showing them how different the needles can be on them, how important shape can be, and how to tell a healthy tree from a struggling one. All knowledge I never really knew I had. There is something to be said with sharing these sorts of things with someone from a different culture - you never really realize how much knowledge you have just internalized and assume it is common until you try to share it with someone.

In the end, we got a small, cute, Charlie Brownish tree (though by that point I was too tired to explain the reference). I managed to secure it to the car (thank you Dad for that skill!) to the satisfaction of the driver. We left the tree farm over an hour later, full of free hot cider, and with the guys excited enough about the tree to want to purchase ornaments for it themselves. Definitely a good Christmas memory to add to my collection :)

Putting (and keeping) the tree up was an entirely different story . . .
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So I have finally met my group of newbie geography grad students. We are quite the eclectic bunch - some international, some from far within Canada (Yukon!), some from Ontario, and some that completed their undergrad right here. Those locals have been quite helpful settling in, but it has become clear that the ones I will be the most similar to are the ones from far within Canada as the other internationals are here for PhDs. The ones from further afield also have a similar cultural change as I do because of the provincial independence in many arenas that seems to exist up here. 

Funding also seems to be coming through (finally!) - even though all my documents have been modified by hand to deal with the USD turning to Canadian Dollars (CAD?) which is amusing, but somewhat concerning from a legal sense. There are a lot of things here where I cringe . . .but have to check myself and realize the concerns don't fit in with the realities here. Another case of this is the SIN - they have the number on your file label in plain sight from the desk - which would never fly these days with SSNs because of the potential for identity theft. But SINs don't serve the same identity purpose here - they are just to track income for tax purposes - important but not as useful for a thief.

School wise I now have a desk, a mailbox key, a TA assignment, and a weekly department happy hour scheduled. Feeling super settled, just need my adviser to get here and classes to begin! .. . . except there is a weekend and one last orientation event standing between me and that.

Hopefully the weekend will be sunny and i'll get out on my bike more - then my next post can be about biking on straight roads. :)

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