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august 31, 2000. We awoke early on our first day in Nova Scotia, having no curtains to block the sun. It didn't matter; we're too filled with excitement to stay sleeping. We puttered around until 1, then went off to sign the lease. The staff here is just too friendly. It kind of unnerves me how nice and helpful they all are - it's like I need a certain amount of annoyance and hardship in order to feel completely comfortable. As tortured & Smiths-like as it sounds, I had been worried that no one here would like me. Funny: it's just much easier to get along with people here, even for an aloof person like myself. I think it's the body language: in Toronto, people hold themselves inward, a "don't fuck with me" stance that guards against the sheer numbers surrounding one in everyday life. Here, people seem all the more willing to smile. It's very nice.
We wandered into the main drag today, trying to get a feel for the town and looking for a wedding present for my folks. It's a pretty little town to be sure. We ended up lunching in the middle of a garden, with caterpillars and feta cheese competing for our ravenous attention. And then we shopped. Hoo boy, did we shop. We bought everything one might need in the kitchen and bathroom, hauling it back home in the eerily echoing van. And then we had a second orgy of unpacking & sorting. This setting up a household thing is just so much fun. It's truly one of the greatest perks of being married - getting to fuss around a space with the person you love, arguing about petty things and discovering how much you have in common in your philosophy of ketchup.
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