Tuesday, June 16, 2009

I've been back in Canada for 6 weeks now, and am still struggling in some ways to adjust to North American culture. Somehow, although I am Canadian born and bred, and almost all of my life has been spent here, it's more of a "culture shock" to find myself back in Canada than in Ecuador. To be sure, I am enjoying my time here, I'm soaking up the fresh clean air, the cool, the quiet, the times I get to spend with family, visits with friends. It's a happy surprise to have to deal with any kind of officialdom, and find that I don't have to spend 2 hours in line, there aren't 20 pieces of paper to have ready, and arguments to have, and more lines to stand in. It is nice to go out without having to put on a money belt, or clutch my purse with both arms, or leave all valuables behind.

And yet . . .

I am having some trouble reconciling my 2 worlds. There are some things that really bother me about this world, and the one that has prompted me to head for my blog is about garbage.
Yesterday was garbage day here in this part of Burlington. Garbage day has changed since I lived here - now you have an array of bins and boxes to sort your rubbish into, and that's great, there's a lot of stuff that is not taking up space in landfill now, and instead is recycled into another life. But around here it was also "big" garbage day - where you can get rid of stuff that is too big to put out for the usual collection. That can mean odds and ends of all kinds of junk, but now it also seems to be a good chance to get rid of what looks to be perfectly good household items, that we no longer want. I went for a walk the night before the big collection, and took a look at some of the discards, and I was blown away by the things that were out there - chairs, tables, couches, bookcase, a stroller that looked way better than the one my children got pushed around in. These were gently used things, much of it not dead or dying - it looked FINE! Often people cruise about in pickup trucks and help themselves to some of the good useable items, but there were 2 things that got me about all this. One that these things are so easily discarded - that couch looks just fine to me, maybe slightly outdated? Maybe not. That bookcase is in great shape, just a bit of candlewax dripped down the front. Couldn't see anything wrong with the stroller. Do we need to live with everything looking perfect and up to the current trends? And if we do, why can't the things that are no longer perfect and up to our standards be given to people who need them? Because the other part that troubled me was when on Monday morning everything that hadn't been salvaged the night before, was put into the garbage truck and crushed and made to disappear. I watched while a couch with a pull-out bed in it was heaved into the back of the truck, a lever was pulled, there were awful crunching sounds . . . and it was gone. It didn't appear to have anything wrong with it, and it was way nicer than any of my friends in Bastion will ever have, and I think of the household items that they live with, or without, and it somehow seems wrong. I know this is a different world, and even in my other world there are people who live with excess, but not in the part of that world that I know.

. . . one of my struggles and a place where my 2 worlds collide.