Sometimes it's strange to think about international families. Natasha and I will most likely have to move before Christmas so that we have time with the Erskines/Bennetts in Delaware before we're officially on at IBC for January 2. We've been looking into flights and whatnot for that, realizing that a flight from Halifax to Baltimore really is international. We've also been dealing with Natasha's financial aid and have to drive to Perth-Andover or Woodstock tomorrow as a result. The US and Canada don't usually feel international. If it weren't for the customs station, the road in front of our house would continue east and drop us in Perth-Andover after awhile. When we fly down at Christmas, we're going to follow the same coast. The political boundaries aren't visible in the air. It all looks like one piece of land. You don't even realize you're not looking at Canada anymore until Boston comes into view from the air. Is it strange that it doesn't feel international? What does this communicate, if anything, about the identities of our countries?
(Note: There will be something new on our food blog soon. We're not home enough to cook, which is sad. However, breakfast this morning was startlingly good.)
3 comments:
congrats on moving to Nova Scotia!! i hope our paths cross sometime.
Can we do lunch or something while you're in DE? I'd love to see you both!
Lunch in Delaware? Sounds good, but our schedule isn't exactly set yet. Keep asking. You know how families are when they see you once every year or two.... :) (I'm that way, too.)
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