Ok, so this post isn’t about science. But I can give two justifications for this:
1) Coming back home for the holidays makes me sentimental.
2) Tomorrow, I’m bringing out the big guns with a look at the latest developments concerning the Northern Gateway pipeline project and what this means for Canada.
And thus I will permit myself to shamelessly sentimentalize (it’s a word, I had to look it up to make sure) about my motherland.
Oh, Canada! How I’ve missed the snow! When I left, your fields were green, and now they are white. It was snowing in New York for the last couple of weeks, so I figured that I wouldn’t be particularly surprised when I looked out of the window of the Toronto airport. How wrong I was! There’s a difference between fluffy, slushy piles of snow and vast expanses of it. I look out into the distance and I can’t tell where the earth meets just sky. It’s just all united in… a sea of neverending whiteness.
Oh, Canada! How I’ve missed Tim Hortons! I’ve tried time and time again to explain to my friends in New York about this wonder of humanity, but with little success. How do I describe your perfection? Are you a coffee shop? A donut shop? A sandwich shop? Why not all three? And what’s that, you say? My entire order comes to less than 5 dollars? Well, if you insist… After months spent in the US, I no longer crave bagels. New York, you have impressed me. But donuts? Nowhere in the US will you find a donut of Tim Hortons calibre. Tim Hortons, I worship you. (The best mother in the world, in anticipation of this reaction, sent me a Tim Hortons giftcard before I left.)
Oh, Canada! How I’ve missed you, border security! Ok, so maybe I haven’t. But it’s so refreshing NOT to be taken aside, searched, and regarded as a suspicious object. I enjoy the deep intellectual conversations Canadian border guards offer, always with a smile. They politely inform me that my plane is delayed, but I don’t worry. Because I know that WestJet will give me 10% off my next flight out of concern for my well-being. And to the gentleman who I accidentally elbowed in the Tim Hortons line who turned around and apologized to me? I’m sorry too.
Oh, Canada! It’s good to be home.