It's not so much coping with anew place, it's coping with this place.
You could drive for 10 minutes and not see so much as a house... but you will probably see cows. Apparently my parents don't like people anymore, but love the scent of cow dung wafting through the air. House after house after house, packed with stuffed bears, and green carpets, and cigarette smoke. Nothing even worth considering.
They want fruit trees. As far as I'm concerned, fruit comes from Foodland downtown, after it's sat on a barge for a couple of weeks. We like them ripe. I couldn't tell a fruit tree from a poplar. And I still get confused when they say poplar, thinking they're mentioning everything I was not in highschool.
Don't get me wrong.
I'm not completely ignorant when it comes to nature.
I've eaten muktuk, deer jerky, and smoked my own salmon. I could tell you the differences between the five different types of salmon - Kings, Sockeyes, Cohos, Chum and Pinks. I could spot an eagle hundreds of feet up the mountain, hidden away in the trees, before anyone else. I grew up next to porcupines and black bears. I can navigate those mountains even better than those black bears.
But when it comes to poplars... and pine trees... and fruit trees... and bobcats or cougars, I am clueless.
I also didn't realize that being so far away from the ocean could make someone feel so trapped. There are lakes around here, and mountains. The ocean, however, is so far away. There are so many roads out, and yet I feel trapped without the constant ebb and tide of the ocean.

And oh Lord.
There are wild turkeys.
Please.
turkeys
this is going to be some transition.