I’m Back in Canada
And it’s weird. It’s only been a few hours. There are a lot of Caucasian people. A lot of signs in English, too. I listened to my mother talk to my relatives on the phone in Korean to let them know I got here alive. For the first time in my life, I understood about 99% of what she said. We’re still getting used to speaking Korean to each other. I also had a decent slice of pizza. No corn, lots of sauce, and nice crust that doesn’t taste sweet.
My parent’s have really settled into this house. Though our old place was way bigger and looked really nice on the outside, this place has got a lot more going for it on the inside. It feels rich. The old place just felt big and empty. Cavernous even.
I won’t be working that much over the next two months. My mom has only really booked me for a few days, but I think I’ll do my share of pitching in. On one hand I’ll be stealing hours from Allan, but he could really use the rest anyways.
Anyways, more importantly, i would like to see you, you, and you, and even you. So call me, for I don’t have anyone’s numbers. My number for the next two months: 647-866-6774