The Difference!

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So I decided to list the differences that I perceive between Canada and Russia. Mostly because I’d like to have somewhere to write them down since I often get asked what they are. Since I get asked so often, I thought it might be something of interest and worth typing up..aaand I just don’t know what to write about so thats whatchu get.

So what I noticed right away, is the absence of a lot of different wildlife that I was used to seeing everyday back in Canada. I might of taken it for granted but rabbits, squirels, deer, racoons, the occasional bear, coyotes, foxes, turkeys and i’m sure i’m missing some species but yeah, thats a lot compared to here. So far I’ve met a lot of dogs, a lot of cats and the usual birds, like robins and pigeons and the such. Last week I heard of a bear coming onto one of the neighboring towns but apparently it hasn’t happened in a really long time and everyone I asked told me it was the first time they heard about a bear coming this close to the city. My guess is that the city itself is much older than Canada in general so that might explain why everything is so scarce.

What caught my attention the most are the dogs. They definitely bring something to the city. I know there are dogs specifically trained to help those who are blind go for walks or do their groceries, but when you see an average street dog walk up to an intersection and either look BOTH ways before crossing or wait for the pedestrian light to change to green before going is just great. It looks like the dogs blend in with society and have their own thing going on. Something i’d advise the groundhogs back in Canada to learn… look both ways.

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It was meant to be…

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So its been about 3 months since i’ve returned to Russia. All my paperworks good to go. I can stay here for 3 years without issue. I love it here. Even after 3 months, I feel like this is my home. I can’t say I fot in 100%….YET! But I know its just a matter of time. Yeah its hard to know your friends are on the other side of the planet. Most of my family’s back in Canada but hey, they chose to take me away from here at an age when I was too young to make my own decisions. In no way do I blame them for doing that and in fact, I think it was for the better. I got to learn 3 languages with relative ease instead of 1, I believe i’m more openminded, but who knows… I could just be lying to myself…

I was born in Ukraine, my parents born in Russia but moved to Ukraine for work. Situation back then wasn’t the same to what it is now. Technically I was born in the USSR and my parents dipped out when it was about to fall apart. 25 years later the countries in turmoil. Gotta say, that was a good call on their part.

Still a iffy subject to talk about. Whos right and whos not in Ukraine. All things aside, their current “democratically elected president”  isn’t a good choice to run that country. But thats just my opinion, influenced alot by what my grandparents and family of our close friends who also live in Ukraine. Propaganda’s being played out on both sides but thats just the natural course of things these days. To get a glimpse of the truth, you’re forced to read from mutlple sources from both sides of the front line. Take in real time accounts and peoples reasons to act a certain way, and even then you can’t be sure what you think you know is right. That honestly scares me and what really drives me to dig as deep as I can for that glimmering piece of whats really going on.

All I hope for is the blooshed to end, but sadly, it doesn’t seem to be dying down anytime soon. Too many hidden agendas.

Hopefully well get some more insight as time goes by.

So back to me and living in Russia. Love it here, everythings going good and i’m being pleasantly surprised every day.

What has me hooked on the most right now, is how people treat you. As a first impression, everyone seems very cold and uninterested in you and your problems. you probably won’t get many smiles walking past anyone in malls or on the streets. But the amazing thing happens when you meet someone and become “friends”. You can pretty much say you become family. The way you get treated changes drastically and you feel like that person would lose a limb for you if it came down to it. There doesn’t seem to be much of a middle ground and that, I find, is amazing. The help I received from someone here who was a friend of a friends brothers friend was immense. I can honsetly say I wouldn’t be in this country right now if it wasn’t for their help.

I’d like to be part of that.

Is my Wrong your Right?

On the plane heading to Canada from Russia. Have to say this might be the best time to write since there really isn’t anywhere I can go or anything else I can do. Everything seems bleak and it feels like sadness and depression is just around the corner. Leaving my wife for three months… Feels like its going to be a test, or just plain torture… I miss her already…

I’ve heard of people wanting to have breaks from their second half. There have been times when it would pop up in my mind after a good fight, yet when I see that now its actually happening, against my wish, every ounce of my body isn’t having it. I love my wife to death and its hard to bear the fact that I’m leaving her alone for three months. Yes she has her family, and yes she has some friends, and yes she has our cats to keep her company but I know deep down i’m the only one who can understand her and accept her the way she is, and I know its the same for me.

3 weeks ago I left to Canada for 5 days to get some documents I failed to legalize before heading there in december. Even tho I knew I was coming back, it still broke my heart to be half way around the world from her.
3 months is something I choose not to comprehend right now.
Don’t get me wrong, I am attached to my wife and I will miss her dearly, but what hurts is knowing she is going to be struggling by herself for three months. I have no pity for myself and I do what has to be done when I see a better future for my loved ones. But it isn’t easy.
Going back to my old job for some time. The pay isn’t bad since I’ve been a slave there for about 5 years of my life now. With the current economy in Russia and the difference between the Rouble and Canadian dollar, it will be a much needed boost to our budget. No matter the situation, I try to concentrate on the positive aspects. It will help us out for the next 6 months and relieve some financial burdens that seem to currently affect us. This brings me back to the fact that everything happens for a reason. There are always 2 sides or more to a situation, the trick is picking them out from behind the dark veil of BS.`

I have a bit of a moral dilemma when it comes down to situations like this. I tend to think of other peoples situations and how much more different and extreme they are compared to mine. As a result I feel like I shouldn’t be upset, but better yet relieved that this is the extent of my situation compared to lets say someone who sent their family on a boat to escape the situation in Syria, not knowing if they’ll ever make it to the shores, If someone on board will cause harm to them after you’ve spent your life savings to put them on that ship. Not knowing if the ship will get attacked by the notorious pirates who feast on the mischief of others, and if by some miracle a storm or faulty ship doesn’t become the reason for their demise, the people and or governing body where they land on rejects them or worse.
Is it wrong of me to think of situations like that to put mine into perspective. Is it wrong to pretty much make myself feel better on someone else’s misfortunes. I come across thoughts like these fairly often, and i’m not sure if its ok or not. I have arguments for both sides. I consider myself to have good morals but once again, what I consider might differ completely from what you consider, and whats to say your thoughts on it are wrong? Is it the majority that rules? Or is it the select few who go beyond the common thought who are more than right.

Some thoughts on this would be welcome.
Don’t hesitate to comment or write to me directly.