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Some Things Never Change

Some Things Never Change

December 2, 2012
Posted in: Dogs, Mastheads | Reading Time: 2 minutes

The first official header I ever did for Wild Dingo in 2009 was a photo of these two, newly thrown-together siblings, snuggling, just like this. It seems some things never change.

There's a great comfort in that. Because returning to a familiar place after living in an entirely different world for two years, changes you. It changes your behaviors, your values and your desires.

Back then I was a career-focused marketing consultant. And now, I'm not. Back then, I didn't cook. And now, there's rarely a time I don't cook. Back then, I didn't travel much. And now, it's at the top of my hobby list.

Back then, you couldn't shut me up. And now, well, that's pretty much the same. But seriously, one of the oddest things I've noticed since being back in the US is the amount of useless chit-chat heard every day, not just among friends, but among strangers.  I know, it's the classic black pot and kettle story. I can't tell if it was the lack of commanding the language or the fact that the Swiss don't typically engage in small talk. But I came to really enjoy the solitude and quietness I had in public. I cringe every time a grocery checker or service person makes small talk. The noise of superficial chatter is the thing that sticks out the most in re-patriation. Oh, believe me, the irony is not lost on a chatterbox like me. But while you still can't shut me up among my friends, I somehow lost that gabbing capacity with strangers that I once had. It seems this once black pot has gone gray.

Mr. Wild Dingo doesn't feel it, but I do.  I see things differently. I do things differently. I want different things.  While some things never change, some things may never be the same. And that's not a bad thing.

December 2012
Some Things Never Change 



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3 comments on “Some Things Never Change”

  1. Ha! You know me, way too many people who just don't know when to shut their yappers. I think you would have had the same problem in Switzerland if you spoke the language better. Maybe I should try pretending I don't speak English.

    Mango Momma

  2. I'm with Mango Momma. I may pretend I don't speak English as well. I am NOT a chit-chatter which is probably why I enjoy the quiet company of my dogs so much.

    Mamma Heartbeat

  3. I wish Steve and Kat would still cuddle. They idd when they were puppies, but not anymore. Maybe Juno and Loki appreciate each other more because they haven't always had each other.

    It's interesting to hear how your Swiss adventure changed you. I guess that's what experiences are for!

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