Rollin' with the Locals

Last night, Sarah and I were out walking our dogs. Because it was nice weather, sunny and warm, we went a bit further afield from our house than we would normally. We traversed the cricket ground at a local park and then came across a group of people who had clearly just completed a long run. I think it was some sort of joggers’ support group.

As we passed by them, I heard some guy say hello to us. I just kind of ignored it, assuming it was either a friendly guy or someone wanting to hit on two girls walking their beautiful dogs. Much to my surprise, I heard Sarah respond, “Hey, Mike, how’s it goin’?” I looked to see that she was speaking to a friend of ours who we know because we play soccer with his wife.

In my previous life, I would have been surprised to come across a group of people and not see someone I knew or at least recognized.

This incident got me thinking about something that has changed significantly since my post of April 29 earlier this year.

As I explained in that post, I was having a very difficult time adjusting to the fact that when I was out and about in town, I felt very lonely because I never saw people I knew when I was at the mall, the park, the grocery store, out to dinner, etc. I am feeling more settled and more like the Kitchener/Waterloo/Cambridge is my home because I am starting to see acquaintances around.

Over the past few months, I have run into several people I know all around the tri-cities area. I am always excited to see someone I know because it shows how much things have changed for me since my feelings of lonliness whenever I was out. I've even run into Gi, my soccer teammate, twice!

Maybe after almost a year, I am no longer a stranger in a strange land. (Actually, I still think Canada is a bit of a strange land, but that's a topic for a different day.)

I have noticed that even the most seemingly insignificant events such as these continually remind me of how much my life has changed in the past twelve months. August 30 will be the one-year anniversary of the day I finished moving my stuff to Canada to stay for good. I’m sure that ten years from now, many of the day-to-day events that seem so unusual to me now as I compare to the day-to-day events of my past life in the US, will no longer seem noteworthy. As much as I like this blog to be a way to document my observations on the differences between the US and Canada, it’s also therapeutic for me, and someday I will be able to use this as a gauge to remind me of how I was able to adapt to overcome challenges.

Wait a Minute Mr. Postman!

While this blog is a great place for me to vent, I also hope that some of the information I provide will be useful to Americans who have just moved to Canada or who are planning to move to Canada. This post should serve both purposes.

I’m kind of a mail-order junkie. I always have been. I started sending cash through the mail to order items from catalogs when I was only 12. (Yes, I know you’re not supposed to send cash through the mail, but what 12 year old has a check book or wants to ask her parents to write a check for silly bumper stickers, key chains, etc.?) My mother is obsessed with the QVC shopping channel, so my fascination with mail order must be in the genes. But, being more technically proficient than my mother, the Internet is my weapon of choice.

I even went though a period where I had, what I would call, an eBay addiction. There was a stretch of about two years where I was getting 2-3 packages in the mail each week. It was usually some worthless junk, but the thrill of winning an auction (shopping victoriously) and getting packages in the mail was irresistable. I did not go though a twelve-step program to overcome this addiction; it really was brought to an end by Sarah threatening to break up with me because of all the money I was spending

With that affliction behind me (well, sort of), I did also discover that you can save so much time by ordering things you really do need from the Internet. They are often easier to find and cheaper. For example, if I went shopping at the mall, I certainly wouldn’t find a Phoenix Coyotes snowglobe for sale. But I can find one for sale online in a matter of seconds. Likewise, I use a lot of athletic tape for my ankles when I play soccer and go through about two rolls a week. If I went to any store in town to buy a roll of tape, it would cost me about $3.50. Since I play soccer year-round, this cost adds up. I am able to buy a case of tape online with 32 rolls for $60.

So, I have become somewhat dependent on certain items arriving regularly for me though the mail. In Canada, this has been a constant frustration for many reasons.

First, most online retailers I patronize are in the United States. True, they will all ship to Canada, but remember that box of 32 rolls of tape I was talking about? It costs $10 for shipping within in the US. To ship to Canada--$40.

The second problem is tax. The Canadian government expects to receive sales tax for items purchased from abroad and brought to Canada. This includes items arriving through the mail.
I don’t have all the details, but what I have been told from various sources is that if an item purchased from abroad is listed as valued at less than $20 CDN on the customs form on the package, the government will not charge tax. I have also been told that if an item arrives from out of the country and is marked as a gift and is labelled as worth less than $60 CDN, the government will not charge tax.

These are things I wish I would have known a long time ago.

This past winter, when Sarah broke her arm and had a hard time putting on coats, my mother in Michigan bought her a lovely cape. She carefully packaged it up and sent it through the US Postal Service. The package did not arrive. Instead, we had a not e from Canada Post saying that we could pick up the package when we showed up at their office with $20 tax.

I was very confused because my mom said she got such a good deal on the cape at a department store. She paid under $60. But, in an apparent attempt to impress the postal clerk, the Canadian customs officials, the Canadian postal carrier, Sarah, Jesus, and me, she put the original retail price of the cape on the customs form--$120.

While this incident was frustrating, it was my mother’s fault, and I told her she needed to be careful what she wrote on customs forms. (A few months later, I accidentally left my soccer shin guards in Michigan and asked my brother to mail them to me. After he sent them off, I realized I never warned him about the value on the form. My old, scary shinguards probably have a negative value, and I wasn’t about to pay tax to receive those through the mail. Luckily, he put the value at $0, which was probably generous.)

I did find myself quite angry with a recent incident involving shipping from the US. My hockey helmet was cracked, so I bought a new one here in Canada. It is plain, and I like to put fun stickers on my helmet, so I looked--where else--online to find Phoenix Coyotes helmet stickers. Sure enough, all kinds of US businesses have them for sale online. They cost US $10 per sheet. I ordered two sheets, and then had to pay $15 for shipping to Canada. I was already a bit miffed at paying 75% of the cost of the items on shipping, but it was still easier than trying to find the same thing in stores here.

About a week later, I arrived home to find a love note from UPS on my door. It said that it was a COD delivery and that I needed to pony up $21 as a “brokerage fee” to receive the package. I was livid. I did some research online and found that this is not unusual. UPS feels that they deserve extra pay for escorting packages through Canadian customs. The actual breakdown of the $21 was about $3 in taxes to the Canadian government and $18 for UPS!

I was not about to pay a mysterious “brokerage fee” that cost about the same amount as the items I ordered and more than the shipping cost. And, even though the value of the items was US $19.98, under the $20 threshold, the value in Canadian dollars was over $20. But, the tax wasn’t my beef. It was the UPS fee.

The company that sent the stickers was told by UPS that I had refused the shipment, so the company promptly sent out more stickers, but this time through the US Postal Service, and they don’t charge such a fee. (Completely off the subject, but I was happy to be the recipient of such great US customer service from SportStar Athletics.)

My parents are coming to visit me next month, so I have been having all of my packages sent to their house, and they can bring those when they come. But, shipping to my home in Canada is going to be an ongoing issue.

Here are my tips for those in Canada receiving packages from outside the country:

1) Do not buy from anyone who ships UPS, FedEx, DHL, etc. Request that they use their own country’s postal service.

2) If what you are being sent is a gift, make sure the person mailing it marks “gift” on the customs form.

3) The value of an item is not always the same as the price paid for it, but they are essentially the same thing. Have the sender use the lower amount of the two.

4) I don’t have a lot of details about this, but apparently, if something you buy or are being given was made in the US, Mexico, or Canada, it can be mailed within these countries without a tax penalty as part of NAFTA. I don’t even know if this is true, but earlier this year, I bought a hockey jersey online from a seller in the US. The jersey was made in Canada. He was given a special customs form for attaching to the package, and I was not charged any tax on its arrival, even though the value was within the taxable range.

If you have any other suggestions to make international mailing any easier, leave me a comment and I can add it to a future post!

Accent Update!

Just a note to add to my previous post about how my hearing and my speech is starting to assimilate to the Canadian accent.

Last week, I was watching my favorite show, The Soup on E!, and one of the segments seemed to be making fun of a Canadian accent. They showed a clip of the current Bachelorette (who is Canadian) speaking a sentence with the word “about” in it several times. After the clip, the host made some comment, and I think he was trying to imitate a Canadian accent. The funny part was, I didn’t hear any accent at all! The studio audience was laughing, so I looked at Sarah and said, “I don’t get it. What’s so funny? Are they making fun of her accent because I don’t hear an accent?!”

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I realized the significance.

The next day I e-mailed my brother in Michigan, who always watches The Soup. He confirmed that, yes, they were making fun of her accent, particularly the way she says “about.”