Dis.place.ment

One tiny action, which seemed more like common sense to me seemingly was a bit of a politically risqué move apparently. Things in internet land are incredibly irrelevant and comically inexistent, however creates such a stir regardless.

My incredible crime is that I joined a group, on facebook no doubt, in support of Canadians against the NAU. The Nihilistic Advocacy Utopia. Or was it the Nutella Action in Uruguay?

Ahh silly me. Okay okay, it was the North American Union being the acronym. I have yet to be completely revealed to as to why there was the fuss against me protesting the agenda of the corporate/financial/military elite of North America planning to unify Canada, USA, and Mexico into a new continental block with a fancy new border around the perimeter of North America. To put it in short that is. Not to mention the shiny new military plans etc. and while none of it is democratic to begin with. If/when I do find out what the fuss is about, I’m sure I’ll let you know.

Could it be that after moving to Germany, I need to give up my identity as a Canadian, and because I’m lumped into the generic whole of North America as it is while I’m here, what’s the difference between Canada and the US anyways? And just add in Mexico because they’re cheap labour. It’s time for me to drop my u’s, my new colours, whoops…colors are yet to be defined. Red probably….umm….white and who knows what else.

I admit I continue to have tiny identity crises since being here. I’ll never be German, (well…unless I decide to be incredibly dedicated and not leave for the next decade and give up my Canadian citizenship of course) and yet I don’t know when Canada will be my home again. Then again a country doesn’t define who you are, but it can be a good place to start. Don’t we all need something to hold on to? I seem to have let go, and I’m not entirely sure where or if I’ll land. Oh how deep.

It is true though, being displaced from everything I’ve ever known and the decision to live here has made me more self reflective than I ever remember being. I have opportunities and choices that I never had to deal with before. Join a circus? Not an option, so don’t dream about it. Anyways. I’m going to the beach. And discovering myself.