Day 14

I have learned today, that I wouldn’t make a good singer.  If I was a singer, I’d be in the background of all the popular artists, and singing songs similar to Björk.  I can’t retain English lyrics either.  I’d become famous in Denmark and Greenland.  Woe is me :p

Today is my fortnight anniversary in Gitwinksihlkw, and this post is how I’m feeling about things so far.  My feelings are all over, because I’m without two important necessities that I usually have at my disposal; it’s hard to be without them.  The two necessities are my teddy: Anthony and my mother.  Sadly, I didn’t think to bring my other stuffed animals as well, so I’m here literally by myself.  No, my mum hasn’t passed, but I have limited access to when I can talk to her, ‘cause she has travelled back to Tasmania.  It’s difficult when your best friend disappears.  But it’s for a good reason.  She deserves the happiness on this trip; regardless of the whole reason she’s gone down there.

Already, I’ve learned a lot since I’ve been here.  I can only learn more.  Listening to people speak and express themselves in such a different way.  I’m only starting to become comfortable with Irene, although I wish to not bother her a lot of the time.  Irene has grandchildren over all the time, and when they’re not here – I don’t wish to bother her with small questions about things that I’m interested in.  Not because I will be yelled at, but because of the cultural differences.  If an older person was watching/doing something, you never bothered them, unless it was urgent.  Here, it’s a different story.  But I still have my traditional values that I had learned, and it’s hard to shake them off for a small time period.

With this reluctantly to ask questions, I’ve become lonely.  People do talk to me when they see me, although it’s just generic conversation that’s turned me into a voice recorder of sorts.  The reason why I’m not receiving any conversation is a very simple reason:  People don’t trust me yet.  I’ve just learned to understand this.   Everyone in this village is family.  They don’t like outsiders.  This may appear to be xenophobic, but I can understand.  I’ve been told to think about the situation that I encountered when I first moved to Canada, and it’s quite similar.  The “life lesson” I will give is when you move into a new place, and the people you encounter are indifferent to you being there, think in their shoes, and realize that it’s like a stranger in their house.  They’re not comfortable with you being there, but because you’re not doing anything wrong, you won’t get thrown out.  Unless I’m walking to the university, or I’m walking to the river – I don't really go outside much, and that’s unlike me.  I should change that.

I really don’t have much more to say.  I don’t want to bother many people with much hullaballoo (and I don’t feel like writing..)  But I did eat bear the other night!  :)

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