And on to.. new beginnings. Or something.

This post was written about a week after I returned to Comox, just was not posted.

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So, more thoughts. Just because a blog will always listen, and my siblings usually wont.

Clothes. I just brought back to my cabin that my sister and I are sharing, close to all of the posessions that I own on this planet. In the form of boxes, and bags, and things of this type.. all posessions that I deemed necessary to keep before I left.
Now, for the short of it, Im giving atleast half away. I might be trying to sell many more things, and Im basically draining myself of personal posessions because I feel I dont need them.
One thing that has stirred a brain wave or two, has been clothes. Its like, the cultural wear of this culture. Until now, I felt like I didnt really fit in, with my constantly dirty batman shirt, and my ripped-and-repaired-and-ripped-some-more grey jean shorts. But BAM! All of a sudden, I have all the trendyness that was me before I left. Clothes. Clothes that people here wear. Clothes that will make me actually seem like Im part of this culture. At last! I can fit in!

But then I opened up more boxes. Boxes of phyics texts. And boxing gear. And mountainbiking equipment.. why does none of this stuff interest me like it did before? Why do I feel like Ive changed so much? I dont know. Its just weird.

I opened up my University Physics book, the be all and end all of deadly super head exploding physics, the very book that I bore my head into time after time, loving the kind of knowledge I was pulling from it. But this time.. I read, and then I read some more, and I thought to myself, "Who frickin needs to know this stuff? So what if I know the angular momentum of a swinging watch?"

My life has changed indeed.

An Ode to Farewells

So.. here is my semi-official fare-well. I dont think my blog is going to see too much more action over the next while.. maybe a random post from time to time but with far less frequency. Im back in Comox, my first day of work is tomorrow, and besides new volunteering ventures I may seek out here, my life seems that its going to be more boring for the next while. But I suppose Ill keep updating random things, like my thoughts on my next trip abroad, my steps towards it (like selling most of my posessions), and other such fancy novel things.

Some random thoughts on being back in Canada.. I do indeed see it under a very different light. The trees are greener, the ocean is bluer, the everything is ultimately more beautiful. The small gulf islands that dot the Strait of JDF, the peircing snowcapped peaks that make up the horizon on most sides, the pines, the rampant deer, the deep blue of the ocean, the inconcievably completely rediculously SAFE environment that surrounds everything (a man rides his $5k mountain bike onto the ferry to Quadra Island. He gets off. He leans it against a wall. He walks away and up some stairs, without giving the bike a second thought. I ride my bike on. Mine is worth significantly less, and I didnt put more than 10 feet between me and it the entire time. Holy frickin lack of armed (and unarmed) robbery batman).

Ive also noticed that Canadians (when they dont look at you like youre a pirate) are really pretty rediculously friendly. Like, super awesome friendly. Random deep conversations. Random.. favours. Curtosy in the roadway (sometimes). And in general.. well, we also complain a lot. There's a lot of random bitching. If youbump someone with a backpack that happens to be quite large while in a moving train thats full of people with aisleways which are really quite thin and the conductor is indecisive as to where to put your bags and youre tired because you just got back from Central America, its like, "Fuck you who the hell do you think you are, the Queen?" ("No, sorry, Im not the Queen, it wont happen again.") In Guatemala, aslong as someones not sitting on your head and taking a crap while you're riding the bus (there are no trains), you dont even notice, let alone complain. Busses are just full there. Im not saying theres a culture that's better, but there's definately one that I fit into better than the other.

Im happy people dont have guns here.

As always, thanks for reading.. hope your north american hamburgers are as tastey as they always were.

I might be going hardcore vegetarian soon.

Tyler