This First Person article is the experience of Lena Usovich, a Ukrainian newcomer in eastern Ontario. For more information about CBC’s First Person stories, please see the FAQ.
As I stepped off the plane in April 2022, the cold air greeted me with an icy embrace that was no match for my thin jacket. It was a harsh introduction to the notorious Canadian winters I had only read about growing up in Ukraine.
It was the first of many surprises and differences – physical and cultural – that hit me from the moment I arrived, pushing me in directions I didn’t predict.
From Odesa to Kemptville
Earlier that year, Russia’s invasion of Ukraine uprooted my life, forcing me to leave my homeland. Friends in Canada offered me sanctuary in Kemptville, a small community outside Ottawa, and I hoped I would find safety and a fresh start there.
As I navigated Ottawa’s airport, I was struck by the busy atmosphere and diversity of faces, which made me realize just how little I knew about this new world. My knowledge of Canada was limited to images of snow, maple syrup and the Niagara Falls.
The airport’s cleanliness and orderliness were the first surprise — a stark contrast to the bustling energy of Odesa. I was also taken aback by the politeness of the staff whose welcoming smiles differed from the blunter interactions I was used to back home.
Canadian politeness
Since that day, I’ve found the politeness I encountered at the airport continues to be part of daily life in Canada.
In coffee shops and on the street, polite greetings like “Hello, how are you?” are common.
Initially, this was confusing. In Ukraine, such greetings are reserved for close acquaintances who expect honest responses. When a cashier in Kemptville asked how I was, I replied truthfully, “Poorly,” as on that day, as on many, I was struggling to be happy and live life knowing the war and destruction continues in my home country.
I expected her to respond with concern. Instead, she replied, “I’m good, too,” as if the question was a routine part of her day and she hadn’t really heard what I had said.
At first, this superficial politeness was frustrating. However, I’ve come to see it as a difference in cultural norms — a means of being friendly and courteous, even if a sincere answer is not expected.
While I still value the sincerity of Ukrainian greetings, I now appreciate how Canadian politeness makes me feel acknowledged and welcomed.
Adopting these small exchanges has now become second nature two years later, and is an example of how I’m adapting to my new home.
For me, it’s an ongoing learning process to balance the nuances of a new culture while holding onto the values of my homeland.
Keep it light
In Canada, I quickly noticed a preference for lighter topics, like pets and the weather, for example with colleagues at my new restaurant job talking about their dogs. Meanwhile, in Ukraine, discussions about history, science or politics are common, serving as a way to connect deeply and understand others’ perspectives.
At first, I missed the depth of Ukrainian conversations and found talking about the weather unfulfilling. However, I came to appreciate how these light conversations serve as a social lubricant, making interactions smooth and pleasant without risking conflict.
Now, I find myself joining in, sharing stories about my friends’ pets and the ever-changing weather, which is as unpredictable as my mood.
Makeup before breakfast
I’m also learning to navigate cultural differences when it comes to how I dress.
In Canada, people wear casual clothing and it’s hard to discern their financial situation from their attire.� In Ukraine, there’s more emphasis on appearances; women always try to look polished, even just taking out the trash. The saying “I don’t have time for breakfast, but I do have time for makeup” reflects this mindset.
At first, I found it jarring to see people dressed in athleisure wear or hoodies at the supermarket or on the street. I was surprised when my Ukrainian colleague and I wore beautiful dresses to the restaurant Christmas party, but most guests dressed casually.
This change reflects the shift in gender roles I’ve noticed. In Ukraine, gender roles are more traditional with clear distinctions between tasks for men and women. In Canada, these roles seem more fluid, as when a colleague matter-of-factly suggested we change the vacuum cleaner bag ourselves instead of asking a male colleague.
While I admire Canada’s approach to gender equality, I like the emphasis Ukranians put on looking good.
So, over time, I’ve struck a balance. I’ve embraced the Canadian approach to style and prioritize comfort at work while choosing heels after hours. These contrasts mirror the big changes in my life, from working with words as a journalist in Ukraine to working with my hands at a restaurant in Ontario.
Old and new
Two years after I arrived here, I’m now exploring how to bring my passion for writing into my new journey, whether it’s building a life in Canada, returning to Ukraine or venturing elsewhere.
Adapting to new cultures requires patience and openness, but staying true to one’s roots and passions provides a meaningful path forward.
My Ukrainian heritage remains a source of strength, guiding me through this transition. No matter where I go, my love for Ukraine and its traditions will always be part of me.
Blending cultures is both a challenge and a beautiful evolution. It’s about embracing new experiences while honouring one’s origins, allowing me to grow and thrive in a diverse world.
Do you have a compelling personal story that can bring understanding or help others? We want to hear from you. Here’s where to send your pitch.