My Last Day In Montreal... Already?


"I'm going back home to the West Coast."
See you in nine months to a year, Montréal.

No more metro. No more awesome Starbucks staff. No more French Olympics. No more Outremont. No more Côte-des-Neiges. No more... no more... no more.

It'll be great coming back to this city in a year. Especially coming back with Nicole. 

Moving here means that yet another alteration will have to be made to my life-plan when I get home. I don't know if Guatemala is still in the cards. Montréal has overshadowed all of my old plans. Montréal. "Montréal, c'est cool ouais..."

I visited the Museum today and told my friends my plans about moving back here. Élaine got goosebumps, Valérie hugged me, while Vicky and Marie-Claude told me that I could count on them when I return. I'm gonna miss them. 

Why do nine months seem like an eternity? Fuck. Why do I feel like there's a huge knot in my throat? Why do I feel like Montreal won't be as amazing when I come back in a year? Is it rational?

And yet, as empty and sad as I feel, I know that going back is best. Maybe absence really will make my heart grow fonder for Montréal... After all, this city is incomparable. 

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