My Dream Life
Last night I dreamt that one of my favourite coworkers was in Montreal for his layover from Europe. We met at the Trudeau Airport and reminisced over our awesome summers.
I told him I wasn't coming home and he told me he wouldn't tell anyone.
I can't stop thinking about the certainty I felt when I said I was staying. Then I woke up and remembered how impractical it all would be and my feet landed firmly on the ground.
FuuuuuCK.
In other news: BEDOUIN OCTOBER 25!! EDMONTON EVENTS CENTRE!
I know they're coming to Montreal in mid-October but nine days later, they'll be in my... home... town... ew.
I must accept it.
Je ne suis pas une montréalaise. Je suis le triste.
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