Random Channel Surfing

And I'm still not all that "wise." So what have I learned this past year in respect to the past, present, future, death, growth, my dreams and life in general? I've learned that I am even MORE romantic than I'd originally thought; that I dream big, but have my feet firmly on the ground; and that I spend more time reveling in the future and analyzing the past to really enjoy the present. My to-do list for the next year is to focus on the here and now. Enjoy being stuck in Deadmonton and keep my sights on Montreal. Sure, it won't be a while until I can move East, but I know I'll get there. As Paulo Coelho says in The Alchemist , "When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it." It's only a matter of being patient.

I'm baaaaa-ack!! My new roommates (Laura and Ariane) are so different from my former ones. First off, they're both girls... they're both younger than me... they're so CLEAN!! Oh my! (The dudes, while clean, were surface clean... these girls are DEEP clean haha!) I do admit that living with Paul, Max and Marc did have its perks: they were super funny, loved the same music I did, and went to bed super-late (I feel guilty when I stay up because Laura and Ariane go to bed at 10:30 and our floorboards are creaky and I don't want to keep them up and I know I do when I walk around... phew!) Anyway, they both leave on Fridays and don't come back to Montréal until late Sunday night. Oh to be alone, once more.... My first week at Lobster was divine!! I'm in love with my boss (I caught myself mimicking her body language which is indicative of how much I look up to her). She's super-smart and funny and has the BEST haircut I have ever seen on anybody.  So far, so g...

.... I like him. I fight the urge to run away everyday, too. I think: I'm broke, I'm young, I have so much to learn... And I think how my escapism would hurt my loved ones. But the urge is there. It's comforting to know that he feels that way, too. Heck. It's great knowing that I'm not the only person who dreams of leaving everything behind. In other news, I have completed four out of the seven things I looked forward to doing (see this post ). I have watched Sex & the City , I went to Oasis with Amanda, I job-hunted (and found!! yay), and I had random adventures with people here in E-Town. But I'm not going to see Bedouin in October (in AB, that is), the SAC concert isn't until next weekend, and I haven't saved any money since I got back (P.S. I STILL haven't been paid for my last week in Montreal and even after I talked to them, it seems I won't see my cheque in a while... Fucking Vanessa. *grumble*) Oh lists. My new...

"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 ama...