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my canadian-ness

March 19, 2013

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it’s in the way i say pants, not trousers
the way i prefer potlucks over pub lunches
and a cold crisp beer to a warm bitter
it’s in my sensitivity
and how, frankly, i couldn’t care less which social class you come from
it’s my love for banjos and bearded men and wooly tuques
and flannel plaid shirts and the smell of fire
and deciduous forests that turn orange in the fall
and the way i like my winters with several inches of snow
and my summers with the scent of pine needles
(when they’ve fallen to the ground and are drying in the sun)
and prefer mike myers to monty python
and hockey to rugby
and coffee to tea
and how i’m more likely to quote seinfeld “you double dipped the chip!
and less likely to say: “he’s not the messiah, he’s a very naughty boy!
(i don’t even know what that means)
(and yes, i watch and reference seinfeld and i think it’s funny)

and maybe i don’t say eh
but i am canadian
and you can take a girl out of canada
but you can never take the canadian out of the girl

i’ve never been very patriotic. in fact, i consider myself and everyone else a citizen of the world. but my sister and her husband and a canadian friend came to visit last week and it made me realize just how canadian i am. how refreshing it was to sit in my pyjamas in an old cottage in wales and catch up by the fire, glass of wine in hand. the ease of it all is something i’ve missed this past year.

it’s always nice to be reminded where you come from and who you are at the core. and how, when you think you are floating around in the ether, there is actually a thin string grounding you to the place you come from, no matter how nomadic you are. when i landed here over a year ago, i felt like a fish out of water. i wanted to suppress my canadian-ness to fit in. but the truth is, my canadian-ness if part of who i am and i’ll be damned if i disrespect my roots! yes, i talk a little funny. and no, i don’t get monty python. but i can make a mean pancake with real maple syrup. and i can strap on a pair of hiking boots and climb to the top of a mountain and i know what a poutine is and i can travel the world knowing that my country is one to be proud of.

thank you m&m for bringing a little piece of canada to our little london home (we miss you already)
and for you, dear reader, i give you a little piece of canada in the form of music (because that’s how i roll)

xo

p.s. i recently dusted off my digital camera. unemployment doesn’t lend itself well to the cost of film development and i couldn’t very well stop shooting so after 3 long years, i finally pressed the shutter on the old DSLR. and although it was fun and immediate, i think it just confirmed what i already knew… i’ve fallen hard for film. my initial crush has turned into a full-blown love affair and i’m in way too deep to let it go.

8 Comments leave one →
  1. Michelle permalink
    March 19, 2013 6:02 am

    Getting close to 20 cm of snow today. I would gladly send it all your way if I could 🙂

    Love the pics Sis! xoxo

  2. March 19, 2013 7:37 am

    Hockey! And Pants! I don’t get Monty Python either. And Seinfeld?! Absolutely. I have no music for you, just sending you love. Loved this post. But I love all of your posts. xoxox

  3. Libby permalink
    March 19, 2013 10:51 am

    Amen sista! You are a good little canuckal head. Libby

  4. March 19, 2013 10:55 am

    Yay for Canada and Canadians! I’ve lived there only for three months, but some days I miss it SO BAD it hurts. I loved your post, Jeanine! xoxo

  5. March 19, 2013 6:56 pm

    LOVE this post… not because I’m Canadian or British… but because you write in such a way that speaks to EVERYONE! We all have a part of us that connects to what we come/came from… and you nailed it! Thank you for your posts… and regardless of digital or film – your photography is awesome! 🙂

  6. Alison permalink
    March 19, 2013 8:14 pm

    Lovely. And my heart goes out to anyone who doesn’t “get” Seinfeld. It’s just too sad. double dip the chip. Master of my domain. Bad naked. Elaine dancing. ha ha ha ha it’s just too too funny.

  7. Arabella permalink
    March 20, 2013 12:06 pm

    I. HEAR. THIS. although for me….it’s the opposite. I drink tea insteaed of coffee. I just don’t get coffee. I quote Blackadder and no one has any idea what I’m talking about. I don’t get ANY Brady Bunch references and sometimes, when people say “pants” I still giggle. xo xo xo

  8. March 20, 2013 7:15 pm

    I’m Canadian, but I get Monty Python more than Seinfeld and prefer tea to coffee. But I do love being Canadian. I love the perspective that I have from living both in small towns in the north and big cities in the south of the country. And I totally love hockey much more than rugby or football (either European or American).

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