Well, this is it. I take a deep breath and jump. Once again I feel as though I am taking a giant step into the unknown. Thanks to the amazing Nina for the perfect illustration of falling.
I thought I might make a stab at posting my thoughts, experiences and photos here in Travel Blog style. I will do my best to update, but I make no promises. And please be for-warned, I tend to ramble (but I attempt to do so in lyrical, poetic stylings of prose).
For the first time in many moves, I am sad to leave not only the people, but the place. The air is already crisp here in Mile-End; it smells like fall. Last night I overheard the prediction of an early winter. Perhaps, somewhere in the rainy season, I will even miss the snow and ice. And watching the fuzzy shapes of people and cars through the steamed windows of Club Social as I sit nestled in my wool coat, a hot coffee (allonge, one sugar, a little bit of foam) in one hand and a whisky on the rocks in the other. Au revoir Montreal!
England, here I come!
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