…. To be Canadian.
Let me explain.
I’m originally from Missouri, the southern part actually… OK, fine… the Ozarks. Not exactly winter wonderland nor is it that quaintly type of Southern charm either, it’s a bit more hickish as the IHOP is the most popular “health food” restaurant in town. Through some series of some unfortunate and some fortunate events, I ended up in Minnesota. Over the years I’ve learned the finer things in life are often the most basic. Here’s a short list of simple things that make my situation.
- Beards (I grew one last year, simple amazing!)
- Calling the random guy a ‘hoser’
- Chopping wood
- Saying the word, “eh” and using it as an inquisitive ending to a sentence or just an indication that I’m done with my ‘out-loud’ thinking process.
- A good snow whilst sweating
- Maple Syrup
- French swear words
- Fireside naps
See what I mean? All things I’ve done in the past 24 hours!
I’m not sure if the Canuckistans will have me as I’m kinda loud, somewhat obnoxious and never miss an opportunity to skip a day of applying deodorant. But, if they are willing to allow a slightly offensive transplant, I’ll be happy to proudly wave the giant red maple leaf!
I’m rooting for you!