When I first moved to Canada five and a half years ago, I didn’t know what to expect, other than cold weather and a lot of “eh’s” tacked onto the end of sentences. As you may recall, I originally moved to a teeny tiny northern town in the middle of January, so what I got was, drumroll, please–cold weather and a lot of “eh’s” tacked onto the end of sentences. And trees. Lots and lots of pine trees.   Things I did not get but secretly hoped for: unlimited bear sightings (it was almost five years before I saw my first bear), Mounties dressed in brilliant red sitting atop beautiful horses (turns out, they only wear red for special occasions), and the effortless acquisition…