I have got to be careful with this heart of mine. This ever loving, ever beating organ is liable to over heart and explode. I’m washing my hands clean of Ontario. It’s time to move to the city I’ve been infatuated with for 15 years of my life, Montreal. I adore Montreal. The people, the culture, the food, the night life. I’ve been out of place in several bars, on several nights with several kids wearing several colors. All it takes is a weekend in Montreal to make me feel alive. I might not speak any French, but I’m an avid learner and willing to put in the work for the end reward. So my transfer is in at work. My lease applications have been sent. There’s nothing left now but time. I know it seems wrong to wish is away, but the anticipation is eating my alive. It’s been an interesting transition for me. I’ve come to learn who my true friends are through out this ordeal. I guess no one will ever understand me, but then again they never have and never will. I’m complicated, an exceptional mess.
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