I grew up in what’s known as a border town. A town that sits along the international border into the United States of America, with another town right beside it, similarly named.
When I was 18, I got an enhanced drivers license and started to cross over to experience the wonders that was the cross border experience. Shipping packages with free shipping and less taxes to the pick-up depot. Cheap gas and groceries. New restaurants to experience. A short cut to get to Southern Ontario. Charming little town and cities to experience as mini-vacations from every day life without needing to drive further than 2-3 hours. It was a great experience.
Then I moved to Manitoba. The border was still reachable, but you have to drive 2 hours to cross and another hour to get to the nearest town with stores worth visiting. So I didn’t go as much, but I still went when I could, usually once every 2-3 months to stock up on supplies, snacks, get a getaway in and some good shopping.
And then the pandemic hit. There was no more crossing over for fun little getaways, or getting my favourite snacks and treats. I had to resort to buying my favourite drinks and snacks online at a crazy price, and ordering items that only shipped to the USA had to be couriered across at a hefty price.