And so it shall be done...

I am going home at the end of this week.

Fuck, eh?

I remember the exact moment I wanted to stay in Montreal. It was late May and I was researching for the Museum (scanning websites, looking through papers, looking through magazines, etc), when I stumbled upon upcoming events on Voir.ca. "illScarlett JUNE 16", "The Raconteurs JUNE 25"... I added these two shows to Osheaga and Death Cab and knew. 

I have to come back. I need to live here. To quote my good friend Lucina once more, "Montreal is where the party's at..."

It's been SO hard to make this decision. I love this city. 

Here are SOME resons why I love it so much: 
I have FRIENDS here. 
Did you see all the concerts I've been to this summer??
Its beauty makes me forget that it's hot and humid.
I don't see effin' trucks every five seconds!
It's close to every awesome town (think NYC, Ottawa, Toronto, Quebec...etc)

In short... Montreal is perfection.

Why would I want to go home?

Well. I miss my parents like no tomorrow. Funny, but as soon as my Flory gave me her blessing, saying whatever my decision, she would be supportive, I started having second-thoughts about staying.

That's fucked up, isn't it?

Nicole, Krystina and Lyndsay also helped me reach this decision. All three of them helped me see the positives about going home... and, though I regret to say it, there are several. For one, my friends and family are all there, I won't have to pay rent, and I can always come back to Montreal.

Plus, thanks to Krystina, I now know that MATT COSTA (YAY!) is opening for Oasis on their tour! HUZZA! I missed him at Osheaga with Jack Johnson, but we have been fated to meet again... Thanks Matt Costa for making going home that much tolerable. 



And yet. Why do I feel so empty?

Comments

- k r y s . said…
Guess who is ALSO going to Oasis?!?!

C'est moi!
August 12, 2008 at 7:27 AM
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