in 4 days, i fly home.
it has been 1 year, 6 months and 19 days since i’ve set foot on canadian soil.
the thing about home sickness is that there is no cure for it except going back and absorbing as much of it as you possibly can. it’s like crack – the only thing that’ll stop the shakes is more crack. which is why i’m so excited to go back. for that good ol’ canadian crack. and the fact that i’ve had this mix on repeat for the past 2 months is testament that i’m way overdue for a visit.
things i am looking forward to:
laughing with my sisters
spending some quiet time with my mom
poutine. lord, give me some poutine.
rooftops by night with roma
walking the streets of montreal
mile end cafes
red winged black birds
playing with my nephews
going to see washed out with my favourite ‘gig’ pal
swimming in a lake
the scent of pine
running in mount royal park
the sound of cicadas
wide open spaces
corn on the cob by the dozen
the smell of the start of autumn
sitting in my cousin’s kitchen, having a million cups of coffee and catching up for hours
reading as many books as i possibly can by my sister’s pool
and a whole lot of wholesome.
see you on the other side of the pond