The whirlwind romance
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blue_lotus13You know that feeling when you fall in love and everything just seems brighter and sort of magical?
I had that feeling when I moved to Montreal in 2000. I fell in complete and utter love with the city.
When I first got there, I was sort of nervous. Things were big, unfamiliar and I felt really awkward, like everyone would think I was some big hick. But after a while, I realized that things were all right.
I wanted to get up early every day so I could go outside and see what was happening. I wanted to know everything about the city. I explored neighbourhoods, tried new food, danced at the jazz festival. I rode the subway and spoke French and English to complete strangers. I would look out the balcony and stare out at the city and feel a sense of utter bliss.
Everything was completely fascinating to me. I walked around in my sundresses, stuck my feet in the fountains, ate pear sherbet and drank wine in the parks. I didn't have a lot of friends, but part of me felt like I was high on something.
I could ignore its faults, and see all the beauty in its imperfections.
In many ways, Montreal was a great lover. It never cheated, or lied, and it was always there when I woke up in the morning. It didn't try to hide things from me. There was always something new to discover, something I hadn't noticed before.
I left it, but I'd like to go back. It's sort of like running into that old high school boyfriend and starting to chat. You realize that you'll always care about that person and there was always something magical about that time.
I had that feeling when I moved to Montreal in 2000. I fell in complete and utter love with the city.
When I first got there, I was sort of nervous. Things were big, unfamiliar and I felt really awkward, like everyone would think I was some big hick. But after a while, I realized that things were all right.
I wanted to get up early every day so I could go outside and see what was happening. I wanted to know everything about the city. I explored neighbourhoods, tried new food, danced at the jazz festival. I rode the subway and spoke French and English to complete strangers. I would look out the balcony and stare out at the city and feel a sense of utter bliss.
Everything was completely fascinating to me. I walked around in my sundresses, stuck my feet in the fountains, ate pear sherbet and drank wine in the parks. I didn't have a lot of friends, but part of me felt like I was high on something.
I could ignore its faults, and see all the beauty in its imperfections.
In many ways, Montreal was a great lover. It never cheated, or lied, and it was always there when I woke up in the morning. It didn't try to hide things from me. There was always something new to discover, something I hadn't noticed before.
I left it, but I'd like to go back. It's sort of like running into that old high school boyfriend and starting to chat. You realize that you'll always care about that person and there was always something magical about that time.
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