*yawn*

Not much sleep for me lately but it will come sometime. Not much culture shock in the “shocking” sense but I am definitely seeing things around me from a different perspective. Regina’s small wooden houses with paths to the front door and 2 yards look strange to me now and the fact that they seem strange adds more strangeness. I read the LeaderPost over breakfast and it was full of the usual varying voices on religion and this time of year although this time it felt more pro-Christian than before…is that because of the Conservatives or is it my perception because I have been living in a place where spirituality’s voice is not strained - it sounds at ease and relaxed.

Last night we (Kim I should say) had the annual girls Christmas party. Need a name for it I think…and need to remember how many years it has been held so that in coming years I can say “the __th annual ________ party”. That did not feel shocking at all and weirdly so. Sitting, drinking, eating, laughing, dancing, talking with girlfriends and I felt like I had never left. At one point I theorized that my body might be missing the chemical my brain required for me to feel like being there was insane. Maybe I left it over the Pacific ocean somewhere. Probably not. Was just experiencing the absolute comfort and lack of any self consciousness that I have around these people who have seen me through the worst.