Agghh! We’re here! In Canada!

We did iiiiiiiiiiiiiiitt!

That’s right, 7 days, 3000+ miles, and only rare bits of sanity lost along the way … and we’re finally in Canada!

The last day of our trip had the most gorgeous scenery yet.  Really, the whole road trip just gets prettier and prettier and climaxes in the mountains of Washington with snow still on the ground right outside of your window and waterfalls cascading down rocks from rain and melting snow.

Which is completely impossible to capture on camera from a moving vehicle.

Oh, and with an excellent scenic pull off area.

But now that we’re finally here … well, it’s sort of anti-climatic. Maybe it’s because we hadn’t originally planned to cross the border yesterday afternoon but decided to push through at the last minute so my paradigm didn’t have time to shift.  Or maybe it’s because I’ve just gotten so used to the routine of the road that my emotional inertia is still willing me forward, resisting being stopped.  Maybe it’s just because it’s a lot to process, psychologically.  But I’m kind of just … sad to be here.  Or overwhelmed or something.

In a sense, the adventure is over (although, I know in another sense the adventure is just beginning).  It’s been a long time since I had to adjust to such a big move, and I think the adaptation is going to happen slowly, in layers.  Just trying to process the roads switching to kilometers instead of mph, and the vending machine not accepting my American dollars last night was a little too much for my brain.  It’s like weenie culture shock.  And now that this whole move-to-Canada thing is here in the flesh and not just an idea or a road trip, reality is setting in that we need to asap do things like .. um, find a job.  And Husband starts classes Monday, which also brings the carefree adventure to a close.

Also, this place is pretty darn big, y’all.   It’s been awhile since I had to adjust to that, also. I know that I’ll pretty quickly get used to the roads and learn how to get around town, but for today it’s just a big scary place that all looks the same.

Another weird stresser that you don’t expect is adapting, culturally.  I mean, you might expect if if you were moving to a 3rd world country, but most people treat Canada and America like tomato, tamahto.  But I find myself feeling paranoid and scrutinized.  This area is, supposedly, know for being “snobby”. And, I don’t know if you know, but Americans have a pretty international reputation for being loud and obnoxious, so I’m more aware of my children acting like children in the hallways of Canadian Days Inn, etc.

I’m afraid of fitting some dumb, ignorant stereotype. My accent already makes me stand out again.  I got used to blending in with that in Georgia.  And I’m suddenly sorely more aware of my overweight status.  I was often times on the “small” side of the norm in Georgia, but people are all crunchier and fitter up here, y’all.  So I’m perfectly fitting the fat American stereotype, as well.  And I found myself cutting up food at our continental breakfast that I would normally just eat with my hands. Because, ya know,  I don’t want all the Canadians to think I’m a barbarian cavewoman and, ya know, maybe they don’t pick up strawberries and bite into them here, maybe they cut them up into refined bite-sized pieces first …

Anyway, that’s where my brain is today: complete mush and over analyzing.  And my body is not much better, I’m seriously feeling the jet-lag.  I could sleep all day.  Funny that I didn’t really feel it until I got here, guess it’s the body’s way of helping you keep your crap together or something.

In a little while we have to check out of our hotel and mosey on over to meet the owners/residents of the house we’ll be renting starting in July.  Gonna let the kids meet and greet and trampoline and such while the grown ups mingle and have lunch.  Then early in the afternoon we’re supposed to be able to move into our temporary apartment in campus housing at the school Husband will be attending.  We’ll be there for 5 or 6 weeks before we can move into our house.  I don’t know anything more about the apartment right now other than it’s only 2 bedrooms, but since we don’t have anything but suitcases, and we’ve been 1 and 2 rooming it on the road for a week, what’s another month and a half?

Tomorrow I hope to venture out into the big scary city and do something adventurous and crazy like buy groceries.

Pray me luck, y’all. Seriously.



  1. Praying. :)

  2. Wow, so much to process!! I can’t believe I missed the whole dang trip! Darn Facebook! I am making some biscuits for our strawberry shortcake, so I’ve got some kitchen-computer time to spare and I will catch up.

    Thinking of you all! Deep breath, sis.

    • Jessica says:

      I’m so sad that you missed following along during the trip. Just raid my timeline and blog and try to catch up. :)

  3. Aww you will be okay. Canadians, Americans we are all the same! You have friendly ones, stuck up ones, nice ones and not so nice. As you can tell Canada is multi culture were all good. Hockey well that is all together another story :) You will fit in just give it time. I think it is quite damp down at the coast, I am in the Interior freezing this Spring. As for your size don’t worry just be you. I wish you good luck and I hope your children find nice friends.

    • Jessica says:

      Yes, I think we’re going to have to get educated about hockey now, among other things. :)

  4. Aw sweetie. I wish I could give you a big ol’ welcome to Canada hug.
    We are different but not so much as you might think with two different countries.
    Don’t worry about the accent or talking differently. Remember, even I use ‘y’all’. :)
    And as for fitter and crunchier…. don’t tell that to my growing midsection or my deep relationship with Doritos.
    I just love Doritos.
    With regards to miles/kms/fahrenheit/celcius… know that anyone over 35ish-40 will probably talk in miles and Fahrenheit with no problem (although in distance we just usually refer to how long it takes to get somewhere. We didn’t go all metric until the mid 80s and it still annoys me. It’s so much easier to convert to hours with miles.
    As in – how far is it? It’s a two hour drive (instead of 200 km or 120 miles, etc etc)
    Finally, take a big breath, send the kids for some Old Dutch brand chips (they are yum yum yum) and rejoice and be glad. Remember, God has plans to prosper you and not to harm you. :)

  5. As an American who has lived in Canada for 15 years, here is my advice:
    -Always remember, people are people, wherever you go.
    -Yes, Canada IS a different country than the US and there IS a different culture. I say they are like the same country in alternate universes, we look alike, and sound alike, but we think differently (sometimes very differently).
    -Don’t think about the cost of things. Like, when you go to the grocery store, don’t think, “This is so much cheaper in the US…” Just don’t. It’s easier that way.
    -Enjoy yourself. Life is an adventure! When I was growing up in the mid-west, I never dreamed I’d live on the east coast of Canada. I didn’t even think about it. But here I am. I love it and I hate it. I love the people, I love the place. But, I hate that my children don’t get to grow up near their extended family, and I hate that one by one, as they grow older, they leave and go back to the US. But that is their adventure I suppose.
    Peace and God’s blessings!

    • Jessica says:

      I think I might occasionally do some stock-piling south of the border. I’ve heard that’s a popular practice around here! :)

      • We always stock up on Hershey’s chocolate (for some reason it tastes different), Mint Milano’s, Ovaltine (same as Hershey’s), and Cheese Nibs.

  6. Jessica,
    I am so glad that you and your family had a safe trip to Canada. I love the pictures. It is so beautiful there. Don’t worry about fitting a stereotype; just be you. The Canadians will love you for who you are inside. Jenna and I really miss all of you. Tell everyone we said hello.

    • Jessica says:

      The trip just got prettier and prettier! But it would be really depressing in reverse. Lol. <3

  7. Maybe instead of being a stereotypical outcast, your curvy body and southern drawl will be seen as exotic and HOT! Yeah.

  8. Breanne Sproule says:

    Welcome to Langley. Don’t worry…there are lots of curvy folks here…..including myself…LOL! Yes your accent will stand out but that is not a bad thing. I am sure your kids will fit in just fine and yes we do eat strawberries with our fingers. I totally get the feeling of being out of your norm as I was just overseas for 5 weeks in a country where I couldn’t even speak the language. I hope you start feeling comfortable soon and feel free to join the local unschoolers group on Search unschoolers coquitlam and you will find it.

    • Jessica says:

      Are you in the langley area, too? I’m looking forward to the larger unschooling community around here. :) You should drip me your email in my contact form. :)

  9. *Hugs*

  10. we totally bite into our strawberries, don’t worry. ;)

  11. Welcome to my neighbouring province.

    Here are a few extra “U”s for you: u u u u u


  12. Praying for you all, girl! Moving is tough. It’s an adventure, for sure, but it’s also hard. Hang in there and try not to sweat the small stuff (like strawberries). :)

    • Jessica says:

      Yes, I should really reserve the sweating for things like converting kilometers to miles and ounces to grams and Fahrenheit to Celsius. Lol.


  1. […] has been amazing. Leaving Church, starting house church, selling everything we own, driving from Georgia to Western Canada, God providing for us a million times over, returning to Church. It’s kind of a lot to take […]