Montreal is a beautiful city. It is my city. It is a place that I feel at home in. It is the first place I have ever felt at home in. But it is not my home.
Even though it is beautiful, with amazing music & art scenes, full of vibrant personalities. Our love affair will be short, I know you are all thinking 4yrs is fairly long to begin with but it is all perspective. This city with its calm hustle and bustle, it’s movers and its shakers, just isnt for me in the long run.
My neighbourhood here is great. The edge of HoMa is just far enough away from the plateau (but I do miss my house on StHubert & Rachel), and the Downtown that I dont feel smothered. But still close enough that all of my friends are a 15m bike ride away. All of my favourite bars are located next to my favourite parcs or my very best friends. Life is easy.
But I miss the ocean. I miss the feel of moss under my feet, or hearing rushing water all around me at a river. I miss small town corner stores, and gas stations that double as souvenir shops (that you would never buy anything from). I miss truck stop diners, even though I am allergic to everything on their menus. And I miss walking out to the front of the road to get my mail from the community mail box.
So sometime soon I hope to run away. Back to a small town, where I can just be, and not have to constantly analyse the politics of my being.