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Let's get this party started, eh!

Canada just became the place to be.

We like to think so at least. We've probably done more partying in the last month here than we did in the last year in Atlanta. Is that good or bad? Whatever it is, we're having a good time. The transition has definitely been made easier by the fact that we had friends (more importantly, friends with cars) waiting for us. Thanks to them, we've had a very extended welcome party.

So, is it really that different? Not really.
Everything is just sort of, slightly, kind of different. :) Matt says we're living in an "alternate reality." It'll take a little getting used to for sure. The hardest thing for me so far is the money. After living my whole life with the boring, American Greenback, I feel like I'm using Monopoly money. And my confusion is only elevated when I'm told "We don't use one dollar bills." Instead, you are given a Loonie - a one dollar coin. There are also Toonies - a (you guessed it) two dollar coin. Ummm....what?

For now, my plan is to just make fun of the things I don't understand. It's a legitimate defense mechanism. :) In my mind, everyone here just hasn't learned how to do things the right way yet - The American Way. How's that for jingoism?


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