Two hours makes all the difference in the world. It really does. Everyone in my house is going to be at 12:00 am these days, and I can’t fall asleep until 2:00 am. 2:00 am is 12:00 am my time – BC time. My body clock is completely out of whack, as is my body temperature. To be greeted by -20 degrees is not kind to an aclimatized West Coaster. And apparently I am a real West Coaster down – apparently I have a slight American accent that goes with living in Vancouver. And the way I say Vancouver has changed. It’s not Vancoooover. It’s Vancooo/eever with a very weird oo/ee sound instead of oo.
The trip here was bumpy. I haven’t experienced turbulence on a plane like I did on Friday. Granted, it was relatively mild, but it was still turbulence, and for a paranoid flyer like me, it was more than enough. I hate flying. I hate everything about it. I hate that WestJet decided to give us two little Mars bites as thanks for flying WestJet this holiday season. $350 for a plane ticket and two measley Mars bits. I hate that I’m 30,000 feet up in the air. I hate how I always have to undo my belt buckle when going through security. Flying just freaks me out. Always has. Always will. But I am getting better at looking out the window. The view from the plane over the Rockies was astonishing. The mountains very peaking out from above the clouds (it was quite foggy when we left). And the view of the prairie – you can see every nook and cranny.
I felt a strange sensation after I landed. The wide open space scared me for a second. After being enclosed in a relatively small space for the past three months, all the space around me was disconcerting. It went away after a minute or two, but it was odd. And the dry air hit me for a second as well, but not as much as the amount of space. But the prairie sunset was as beautiful as ever. Sunsets don’t exist in BC like they do on the prairie. Besides the time difference, I had forgotten that it’s almost 9:00 by the time the sun rises here. In BC, because of Daylight Savings Time, the sun rises around 7:30 – but it sets before 4:00 these days. I also felt very impatient for the first 24 hours. I forgot how slow people drive here, and how they really aren’t in a hurry. And the lack of noise was weird for a while as well. It’s always when you come home that you notice the differences. But it’s so good to be home.