i haven’t decided if this post is slightly racist or not yet, but while im mulling that one over, just hang tight.
i only have 30 minutes until we board, and in order to cope with this epic journey with which i am currently faced, i thought i’d share my last few moments on canadian soil.
in case you have already forgotten me (how dare you), here i am just moments ago waiting in anticipation at terminal 1. mildly displeased? slightly stuffed up? a pinch nauseous? aye aye!
even as i checked into my air india flight, i already noticed that i’m the different one. im very tall, im very loud and im very…blonde. and, in a sea of non-loud/tall/blonde indians, i can’t help notice i’m standing out.
different-dom is something that as canadians we all say we’re ok with. we’re multicultural! we have healthcare! we like beavers! but are we really ok with being different? i know im finding it hard, and it’s hour…um…2.
so what i’ve decided is that this next year of being different is going to be like experiencing fame. think about it: im going to get stared at most places i go, people may point and some even may mutter things under their breath. i’m different, i’m fabulous – i’m pretty much famous!
in closing, and frankly what i’d like to think of as a little ‘goodbye gift’ to you all, i will share with you my last beef product for 1 year.