
We all call her Muffin (because she’s so sweet)? but her real name is Myriam. She worked at the Canadiana this Summer and is now teaching in Yellowknife which is close to the Canadian Arctic. Here is her story:
“WHY oh WHY would one go to the Yukon?” was most peoples’ reaction when I told them I was going to be spending the next nine months living in Yellowknife. Often enough, that is how little Canadians, let alone travelers from abroad who stay at the Canadiana, know about our northern territories. In case you didn’t catch that, Yellowknife is not in the Yukon, but the Northwest Territories. Canadians have a vague notion of having three territories, but living in urban southern Canada, these territories represent little more than a vast expanse of land filled with questions marks. It’s where Santa Claus and Rudolf live, right?
The $700 one-way ticket from Toronto to Yellowknife is enough to put a stop to any budget-conscious traveller’s thought of visiting the north, if for some reason such a strange idea should creep into their minds. So through the Canadiana blog, let’s take a look at a tiny piece of what Canada’s “true north” is all about.
I must admit I was as clueless as any only a few months ago. When the opportunity arose to go work in any province or territory in Canada, I chuckled at the idea of ACTUALLY living in the Northwest Territories. The idea had certainly never crossed my mind before. It is then that I realised that I had a grossly stereotyped and dramatized idea of what living in Yellowknife might be like, so of course I needed to find out for myself. Now that I live here, I realise how much more I have to learn from this place.
In many ways, Yellowknife is no different than any capital city of a population of 19 000. No, we aren’t stranded in the middle of nowhere hunting for our meals. We’ve got your regular grocery stores, restaurants, pubs, movie theatre, library, gyms, Tim Hortons and Walmart. (Starbucks hasn’t plagued our streets yet though!!) But if you look below the surface, there’s something really different here. I noticed it as soon as I arrived. There is a strong community buzz that makes me itch to get involved. The lesser anonymity in a smaller community can be intimidating, because the pressure is on. It is more difficult to just sit back and watch things happen before you, as it is possible to do in a big city like Toronto. Slowly, this place begins to make you feel responsible for your actions.
Yellowknife is a quirky place. In the local newspaper, there is a weekly column dedicated to stories about the Yellowknife dump. Yes, the dump. As Yellowknife a transitional city for many, and it is costly to ship belongings back to southern Canada, many people dump great quality things at the dump when they leave the NWT. As soon as they do, others begin to look through the dumped items to find what is salvageable. Some people make a real hobby of salvaging treasures from the dump. Are they broke? No, in fact, they are probably making an awesome northern salary. However, they are living by the three Rs: REDUCE, REUSE, AND RECYCLE. Sure, in Toronto I throw things in the blue bin because I’d be the lowest form of life if I didn’t: but I don’t go picking through other people’s trash to make sure they aren’t wasting good quality stuff.
This is getting much too long for a blog entry, and I haven’t really given you any idea of what Yellowknife is like, which was the point of writing this thing. I guess Yellowknife is just too complex a place to capture in a single blog entry. As a read over my text, I realise it sounds like a “holier-than-thou”, city-bashing rant. I love the city, but Yellowknife was a much-needed reality check. I may not have changed the world, and I’ve only visited the dump once, but at least I feel like being a tangible part of this community is within arm’s reach.
Myriam (Ex-Canadiana-now-in-Yellowknife-Staff)

