upside down and inside out

Things seem really backwards right now. Not wrong.  Just ... atypical.

• From the moment I stepped off the plane in Vancouver until today, I did not see one Chinese person.
• All three of my runs this past week took place under expansive, clear skies in the middle of, or near, farmers' fields.
• There is nothing tangible that I can touch here that is my father.  All I have are memories and pictures.  It's like he just ... vanished. Or was a figment of my imagination.
• I've spent the last week fully functioning in French, to the point where I'm literally having conversations with myself in my head in French.  And if there's any question, I was told once upon a time that talking to myself was the sign of a healthy mind.  So if you don't do it  ... a check-up from the neck-up might be in order ...
• When trying to set up a skype date with someone in China, I had a really hard time figuring out what time it was here relative to them.
• I (strongly) resisted the urge to honk when someone took too long at a stop sign.  Oh, and I have been driving. A lot.
• I've been gorging myself on cheese.  There's nothing quite like French Canadian cheese curds, let me tell you!
• I've been drinking out of a tap constantly.
• I have been using public washrooms to excess without having to work on my balancing-while-crouching skills OR having to drag around my own toilet paper and hand cleaner.
• I've forgotten to account for taxes AND tips when at restaurants. 

The funny part is that, once I get used to life here ... I will be boarding a plane to go back there.  And there will become here. And vice-versa.

And life goes on.