Hasta la vista, Montreal :(
I'm currently waiting to board my flight back to Edmonton. I'm comfortable; picked a prime spot right next to the phone/electronics charging station; I ate a large brunch with Janny and Wyatt just before coming to the airport; I feel like I did everything I had planned on doing on my trip. But I'm so so so sad. Leaving Montreal for the fourth time, you'd think I'd be ready for the heavy feeling in my heart, the prickling of tears in my eyes. This was an amazing trip, but I don't want to leave. I don't want to! And I feel a sense of loss and longing and dread right now that I attribute to the fact that every time I come to this city, I am forced to leave it. And I'll be honest: after this last trip, I know I'd be extremely lonely in Montreal. This realization makes me equal parts frustrated and sad. Because I know that leaving Edmonton for Montreal will not be easy. I know that when I finally move here, I really would be all alone and fuck.